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Coming down the stone steps that clung half to the cliffside and faced half into the void, Sifa was fine, but Ucidi looked rather pale. As an island resident and a guide, he had surely visited Devil's Throat many times. Even so, he was still an ordinary person, and he still held certain things in awe.

For example, the sea.

Although there were iron chains serving as railings on the other side of the steps, this was right by the sea, where the wind and waves were fierce. One careless misstep could easily send someone falling. If someone plunged headfirst from above into the sea full of hidden reefs, an ordinary person's chances of survival would be exceedingly slim.

Being a guide didn't seem like an easy job either. Sifa glanced at the young man and decided to give him a tip later.

After resting briefly, Ucidi looked at Sifa in surprise. He had brought many visitors to Devil's Throat and had seen guests arrive brimming with confidence and utterly fearless. Yet after descending those cliffside steps, they would turn pale and their legs would go weak.

But this guest before him, whose skin was rather dark and who did not look much older than himself, remained extremely composed.

Even his breathing had not changed at all, as if he had merely come down the stairs of his own building.

After resting up, Ucidi led the way. He took Sifa across a rocky beach to the entrance of Devil's Throat. Above the cave entrance were two sharp stone protrusions of uneven length, resembling a Demon's fangs. No wonder it was called Devil's Throat.

Although Green had already told him about it on the way here, seeing it in person made Sifa even more certain that an ordinary sailing ship simply