At Christa's words, the light gathered in Sambel's eyes again.
The deafening roar of the waves still filled his ears.
He turned to look. The towering Giant Wave, over a hundred meters high, was already upon them.
Beneath such a Giant Wave, the battleship was smaller than an ant.
This was the true, overwhelming might of nature.
Before such power, everything would cease to exist.
No matter how strong Enma was, he was still human.
Humans could not fight the power of nature.
Even Captain Roger could survive such overwhelming might.
But he could never save this ship!
At that thought, Sambel let out a hysterical laugh.
"Heh, hahaha!
Enma, so you only arrived after I raised this Giant Wave?
Then blame yourself for being one second too late.
Now make your choice!
Will you save yourself, or die along with everyone aboard this ship?"
Sambel's face was filled with gleeful satisfaction.
At this point, he no longer cared that his Vice Captain was aboard the battleship too.
Before being struck by the Phantom Emperor Fist, he might have agonized over it.
But after countless cycles of being betrayed by Rayleigh and Roger, the two men he believed in, he had let it all go.
Perhaps it would not be so bad if his Vice Captain died here.
Besides, Enma was clearly in a far worse position than he was.
Would he escape alone, then watch his soldiers perish beneath the sea?
Or would he struggle in vain and die alongside them?
Whichever he chose, Sambel would find it immensely satisfying.
Christa gave Sambel a look of utter disgust.
"One second too late? My brother was following us from the sky the whole time, you know!"
She had only realized Randall had been following her when he appeared.
By then,