High above the deep sea, a person stood at each of the four corners atop a large ship.
The only woman among them had silver hair that fluttered in the wind, conspicuously drawing the gazes of the other three men.
Behind her, waves hung suspended in mid-air as if a tsunami had been frozen in time. Such immense control made Cassian Sherwood, the Guardian of Niphoria, look on with wary eyes.
He glanced at Linden Grant and saw a fervent light in his eyes.
"I'm not lying. As long as we cooperate, I can release those people immediately."
But the masked man said, "If we take you down, she can still release those people just fine."
Linden Grant's expression instantly darkened. He glared at the masked man with resentment. "You must be a lackey from The Holy Mountain!"
But the masked man's voice suddenly turned cold. "The Holy Mountain is no place for someone as foul as you to set foot."
