The Abyss Apostle... dressed in a black robe, stood upon a rock amid the turbulent dark waves, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, watching the vast sea before him.
It seemed as if he was waiting for something.
"The ferry is still not here...."
He gently lifted his palm, where the ink-like Totem was emitting a terrifying aura, showing how much Power of Pollution it contained.
"Ssss..."
He was contacting the Venerable.
After about ten seconds, he slightly frowned before the connection was finally made.
His voice had a hint of chill, "Taking so long to answer?"
The voice from the other end came with a light laugh, "Is there something you need?"
"You're still as nonsensical as ever," said the Apostle calmly, "Being chosen as a Venerable doesn't mean you can do whatever you please."
The other side chuckled, "Thank you for the reminder, I am aware."
The Apostle frowned slightly, since when had the other party become so humble?
