Golden Eyes (Part 2)

The rain, which had just eased somewhat, suddenly intensified again.

But the battle raged on, blood continually spraying. In the tempest, even Lightning, king of the skies, dared not fly. The power of this storm was plain to imagine.

Romon glanced at the darkening sky, his heart heavy. The pair of eyes lurking beneath the ocean that he had sensed earlier still sent chills through him.

That thing... what exactly... was it?

"Baron, watch out!" A warning suddenly rang out. At the same time, a vicious gust struck Romon from his left.

Forget that Romon was a Level-Eight Druid—even if he were not such a high-ranking professional, his extraordinary physique, forged through bodily transformation alone, would never allow him to fall victim to such a sneak attack.

With a swift leap, Romon instantly shifted several steps away from his original position at astonishing speed. This was no longer merely martial skill; it was the result of ever-improving reflexes created through the transformation of his body.

The pirate who had launched the ambush struck empty air, his broadsword cleaving straight through the void. Though it failed to hit anyone, the tremendous force behind it was still revealed as it split the air and rain. Had that blow landed on Romon, the consequences would have been severe beyond doubt.

Dare to ambush me? Romon's eyes immediately narrowed. The instant his body sprang aside, he planted his toes and rebounded, spinning back. At the same time, a longsword swept horizontally from left to right.

He was simply too fast, while the other man, having failed in his strike, could not rein in his momentum. Thus, the sword cut straight through the pirate's waist, and the severed halves of his corpse fell to the deck.

Because of the heavy rain, the intestines and blood