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Alvin watched as the evacuation got underway, then turned and handed the microphone to the white-haired captain.

The experienced old captain had weathered all kinds of storms throughout his life, only to face a disaster at the end of his career.

Before Alvin had found him, the old captain had been trying to calm the passengers aboard the cruise ship. He had also directed the passengers on the lower decks through the first evacuation, leaving far fewer Tormented Souls in Hell below.

The old captain gave a bitter smile and nodded at the microphone Alvin held out to him. "I thought this would be the proudest moment of my life. Instead, I led a ship full of people to the gates of Hell..."

Alvin glanced at the ship's owner, whose chin was shattered. He embraced the old captain and said earnestly, "You're an incredible man. You've saved at least hundreds of lives.

"Now it's time to get everyone else off this 'floating Hell' safely..."

Alvin hesitated, then said, "You don't need to atone for anything. The real culprit is over there..."

The old captain gave a bitter smile and waved Alvin off, cutting him short. "I'm the captain. This is my responsibility...

"Mr. Battleaxe, please, whatever happens, hold that monster off. Every life saved means a little less torment for me in Hell..."

Alvin fell silent for a moment, then solemnly thumped his chest in salute. He looked at Javier and Vivo, who had volunteered to come, and said, "I don't care why you're here. Anyone willing to come aboard at a time like this is a hero in my book.

"Take a weapon and help the captain with the evacuation..."

Then Alvin turned to look at the unlucky man whose hair was still smoking. "If anyone gives you trouble,