On the deck, the figure restrained by the Lightning Shackles was curled up, residual dark water light flickering intermittently around him, like the gills of a dying fish.

The pink mist had long since dispersed in the aftermath of the battle, but a faint sense of erosion still lingered in the sea breeze.

Bai Cheng squatted down, carefully examining the captive.

The person's face was hidden in shadow, their skin a grayish-blue color from long-term exposure to water elements and mist, and hard, coral-like protrusions grew on their limbs and joints. They were clearly a member of some exotic race.

Furthermore, they were very different from the Pisces assassins Bai Cheng and the others had killed previously.

This suggests that the organization encompasses many races, or that they hold different positions within it.

The captive's eyes were tightly shut, their breath weak but carrying a stubborn ferocity.