Meanwhile, the divine power link between Luke and Shelley had already been severed.
"So, did Shelley manage to kill my useless brother, or… were they all slaughtered by some powerful monster?" Luke rubbed the cold pendant over and over as his heart pounded wildly. "Good dog. Clever little dog. You're finally dead. You died at the perfect time. They should all be dead, right?"
"You were the worthless one, yet you lectured me every day about being immature. You commanded such a massive fleet, only to waste it playing treasure hunting games. You deserved to die." Luke sneered. "I'm not going to waste any more of my youth just drifting at sea."
"Hey, Luke. What are you spacing out for?"
The fleet commander, dressed in luxurious attire, walked over and lightly patted him on the shoulder.
To his surprise, Luke exploded into action. With a flick of his wrist, a dagger slipped into his hand.
"Idiot. Don't interrupt my thinking."
Slash!
