The tavern returned to its previous noisy and boisterous state.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Of course, the shattered tables and chairs, and the wall torn open by a claw, showed that the terrifying confrontation moments ago was no dream, but reality.
The ordinary people and low-Level Transcendents, affected by the illusory dreamscape, hadn't noticed the perilous and horrifying scene that had just unfolded.
But now, the first mates of the Blood Sail Pirate Gang were staring at Zorn, their gazes clearly hostile.
They looked thoroughly unconvinced.
The Thorny Blood Lady, in particular, had an eerie light flickering in her blood-red eyes.
She looked ready to go another round with Zorn.
Although his last blow had pinned her, she wasn't without means of escape.
But the captain's timely arrival had forced her to stand down.
As a Level Seven, she was infamous across the vast ocean.
Yet she had been suppressed by a Level Six Fighting Master.
