Chapter 637 Last Survivor
Fein and his group were exploring the island when they heard the sound of a ship approaching. They made their way to the shore to see a large pirate ship anchored just off the coast. A group of rough-looking men disembarked from the ship and began to make their way up the beach.
As the pirates approached, Fein's group drew their weapons and prepared for a fight. But the pirates showed no signs of aggression, instead, the captain, a grizzled man with a thick beard and a patch over one eye, stepped forward and addressed Fein's group.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" he said, his eyes scanning over the group. "A group of adventurers, eh? And a pretty one at that," he added, his gaze lingering on Sofia.
Fein stepped forward, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "What business do you have on this island?" he asked, his tone sharp and unyielding.
The pirate captain laughed, a rough sound that seemed to come from deep within his chest. "Just looking for a place to rest our bones for a while. What's it to you?" he said, taking a step closer to Sofia.
Fein stepped forward again, his sword now drawn, and pointed at the pirate captain's chest. "Stay away from her," he growled.
The pirate captain raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Hey, hey, no need to get hostile," he said, taking a step back. "We'll be on our way. But mark my words, little man, we'll be back. And when we do, that pretty little thing is coming with us."
Fein and his group watched as the pirates made their way back to their ship and set sail. Fein'e eyes gradually turn cold as he saw the pirate ship become a dot, his expression dark.
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Fein watched from above as the pirate ship drew closer, its sails billowing in the wind. The Rock Rock Pirates, he thought to himself. They were infamous for their viciousness, willfulness, and perversion. Fein's eyes narrowed as he remembered the captain's lecherous gaze upon Sofia.
He teleported up into the sky just above the pirate ship and began to chant the incantation for his spell. His eyes glowed with an intense green light as he called upon the powers of the elements. Suddenly, hundreds of meteorites appeared out of nowhere, hurtling toward the pirate ship.
As the meteorites rained down upon the ship, the pirates screamed and cursed. The captain bellowed orders to his crew, but it was too late. The ship was engulfed in flames, and its hull shattered into pieces.
Fein watched as the pirate ship sank beneath the waves, a satisfied smile on his face. He had made the captain pay for his perverted thoughts toward Sofia. He turned to his group and saw the shock and horror on their faces.
"What have you done, Fein?" Sofia gasped, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Fein shrugged nonchalantly. "They were pirates. They would have killed us if they had the chance. I just beat them to the punch."
Sofia's expression was unreadable, but Fein could sense her disapproval. He felt a twinge of guilt as he remembered her words about using violence as a last resort.
Inwardly, he cursed himself for his impulsive decision. He had let his anger and jealousy get the better of him. He knew that Sofia was the opposite of him in many ways, always seeking peaceful solutions to conflicts.
As they teleported away from the scene, Fein pondered the depths of his own darkness. He knew that his mischievous and playful nature could sometimes take a turn towards the dark side. Sofia, on the other hand, was his reverse scale, always striving toward the light.
Fein wondered if he would ever be able to fully control his darker impulses. He knew that he had a lot to learn from Sofia, and he silently vowed to try to be more like her in the future.
As they landed on solid ground, Fein took a deep breath and turned to his group. "Let's move on," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "We have a long journey ahead of us.
'Well, it's the pirates' fault for having perverted thoughts about Sofia. Master just did what he have to do.' Voli mussed inwardly.
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Fein and his group were trekking through a dense forest, looking for a way out of the treacherous terrain. They had been lost for days and were running low on supplies. The thick canopy overhead blocked out most of the sunlight, leaving the forest floor in shadows. Suddenly, they heard a rustling in the bushes ahead of them.
Fein gestured for his group to take cover, and they unsheathed their weapons. As they approached the bushes, they saw a figure emerge, dressed in tattered robes. It was Zamora, the last survivor of the serpent race.
Zamora looked weak and frail, her once powerful body now reduced to a shadow of its former self. Her eyes, however, were still sharp and piercing, and her gaze fell upon Fein with curiosity.
"Who are you?" she croaked, her voice barely audible.
"I am Fein, and this is my group. We mean you no harm," Fein replied, his tone respectful.
Zamora nodded slowly, her eyes still fixed on Fein. "I am Zamora, the last of my kind. I have lived for millions of years, but my strength has waned over time. I am now but a shadow of my former self."
Fein's group lowered their weapons, sensing no immediate threat from the frail Zamora.
"Is there anything we can do to help you?" Fein asked, his voice laced with concern.
Zamora chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with a newfound energy. "You cannot help me, young one. My time has come, and soon I will pass from this world. But before I go, I have a gift for you."
Zamora extended her withered hand, and Fein took it gently. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through his body, and he felt his powers amplify tenfold.
"What have you done?" Fein gasped, stunned by the sudden surge of energy.
"I have given you a part of myself," Zamora replied, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Use it wisely."
With those words, Zamora's eyes closed, and her body slumped to the ground, lifeless. Fein and his group stood in stunned silence, contemplating the encounter they had just experienced.
As they made their way out of the forest, Fein felt a newfound sense of strength and purpose. He knew that he would never forget the last survivor of the serpent race and the gift she had bestowed upon him.