Headed by a Snake - Chapter 1047 The Purge

... ted by the grace of the pale moon. He took in a deep breath of sea-salted fog, savoring the sensation... and he mentally prepared himself to commit violence upon his allies.

An unfamiliar Marine stood at the edge of the deck, smoking a tobacco stick.

He looked out onto the black waters, leaning on a precarious portion of railing that, against all odds, remained intact.

The gentleman seemed occupied with the view, showing no reaction even when Tycon stood by his side.