After some minutes of walking, the group finally reached a massive, sleek ship—clearly a war-grade vessel disguised as a pleasure yacht—floating on the water just offshore.
Denny and Alexandra, both standing on the shore, frowned immediately, their hands instinctively moving toward concealed weapons. The ten black-clad figures standing guard on the ship's deck also snapped to attention, ready for engagement. The sight of a stranger arriving with a train of chained women was perplexing.
"What's happening?" Alexandra asked with a frown, her eyes moving from the slaves to the familiar-looking mercenaries leading them.
Before their startled gaze, and the wide eyes of the slaves, Sunny's body shimmered, the perfect illusion of 'Xanor' dissolving. In seconds, he stood in his normal, radiating form— God Wolf, the King of Eldoria.
"My King?"
Both Denny and Alexandra instantly dropped into a low, deferential bow, their faces filled with surprise, confusion, and absolute loyalty.
