Abandoned naval base.
With the arrival of the Flower Witch, the countless sharp-edged fissures on the steps gradually calmed down, closing like a slowly shutting mouth, becoming a groove, a tiny fissure, until it turned into a line—
Bang!
At the last moment, two decayed hands suddenly grabbed the edges of the fissure, forcibly stopping it from closing with brute force.
Whoosh—
A person draped in tattered hunter's clothes exposed sharp teeth and uttered in an ancient voice:
"The tide has arrived, this abandoned place has certainly seen a lot of visitors recently—"
As the sea breeze blew, blue flames flickered under his mottled cloak, like the slow movement of ocean waves.
Then, he slightly lifted his head, the blue eyes under the cloak gazing at the man in the distance:
"Little guy from the Black Whale Group, this is a pretty good fissure, isn't it? Why not go in and have some fun? This fissure hasn't reached its capacity limit yet, it's a really fun place."