In front of Mater, a fish-head man holding a large whale tooth as a sword. He was not higher in rank compared to Mater. In fact, they were exactly the same level.
The black panther could feel the Medium Rank-2 Power from him.
However, he was not a Chaos User. Nor the user of any of the other Primordial Forces. He was not a demon, nor an abomination, nor an undead.
He was a pirate.
The fish-head pirate raised the tooth sword and placed its on his shoulder. He chugged his jaw toward Mater's direction. A simple but provoking gesture.
"Where're you from, anarch?" The pirate said.
Anarch was a term hell like to use. It was a word referring to Chaos User like Mater. His body emanated a Chaos so thick that it couldn't be hidden.
In other places, maybe he could hide it. But in the hell brine, where Chaos was most lacking, Mater was similar to a beacon.
The panther squinted its eyes. It didn't bother speaking with its enemy.
