Sunlight—dazzling sunlight—appeared before Charles once again. He stood on the deck, gazing at his island.
Hope Island was as lively as ever. The docks bustled with an endless stream of fishing boats and cargo ships of all shapes and sizes. Steamboats made up the majority, but there were also all sorts of odd-looking vessels—even sailing ships, though who knew what powered them, given the lack of wind in the Abyss-Sea.
The great ship finally docked. Charles walked to the edge of the sunlight, a hesitant look on his face.
He ran his tongue over the tooth that had been sawed off. It had already grown back.
Even his teeth could regrow. This proved that his regenerative abilities far surpassed those of ordinary humans, but this wasn't necessarily a good thing. No normal person possessed such remarkable healing capabilities.
Lately, a craving for blood would well up from deep within him.
Will I really turn to ash if I touch sunlight? Charles wondered.
