In the distance, Asfer and his men watched the pirates fall one after another after first showing utter terror, and their own fear grew even stronger.
More importantly, he had no idea what Randall had done to terrify those pirates so badly.
The most frightening thing in the world was frightening yourself.
That was exactly the state Asfer and his men were in.
"V-Vice Admiral Asfer, w-we should take this chance to r-run away."
A soldier sidled up to Asfer and spoke with his tongue trembling.
Asfer's expression was grim.
"Run? Didn't you see that punch earlier?
That rift had to be at least several kilometers long.
With our ships' engines, do you think we could outrun it?"
Even though quite some time had passed, the thought of that bottomless abyss still left Asfer's forehead covered in cold sweat.
That man was a monster!
The soldier shrank back at his words, but then spoke again:
"B-but maybe a move that powerful takes a lot out of him, too?
Maybe that bas—Vice Admiral Randall is already out of strength?"
Asfer's eyes bulged, and he barked:
"You said it yourself—maybe! Then maybe he still has plenty of strength left!
Maybe we'll be fine if we stay put, but he'll throw a punch at us the moment we run?!"
Of course he had already considered what the soldier said.
If he could be certain Randall couldn't throw another punch like that, he would absolutely be the first to flee.
But the problem was that he couldn't be certain!
In that case, he was better off staying obediently where he was.
The soldier grew frightened at his words, too.
Just imagining having to face that punch made him want to kill himself and be done with it.
Ten seconds later, the pirates gradually woke