He pushed the boat into the river, drifting downstream, the canoe carried him effortlessly on the river.
Leave this island, return to the Death Cruise, and complete your revenge in the forthcoming task! Kill all those seasoned ones!
The flame of vengeance ignited in his heart, seemingly intent on consuming him entirely.
Gradually, he spotted the distant outline of the Death Cruise, perhaps because the mission was nearing its end, this cruise started approaching to collect these reincarnators.
Baron paddled furiously, the oar in his hand almost casting afterimages.
I must hide my anger and reluctance well, I must disguise myself as a grandson, I want revenge! I want revenge!
He continuously imposed mental cues on himself, to avoid exposing his true intentions when meeting those seasoned individuals later.
But alas, nature did not agree, as he saw the Death Cruise not far away, the sea appeared to stretch out monstrous hands from below, capsizing his small boat.
