Set A Course Towards The Pantheon Of Exile 

"Are you sure that ship is safe to ride?" Cleo looked at the Ghost Ship Octavius anxiously.

"We'll know if we ride it," Lux replied.

"W-Wait?! You're not sure?!"

"Don't worry. It will not sink… I guess."

Cleo was very tempted to kick the Half-Elf and send him flying towards the sea for casually speaking about something so serious.

Even a Saint would not survive for long after falling into the Purple Sea of Death, unless they had hundreds of life-saving artifacts with them that would hold on to their life until they were able to return to the shore.

Seeing how worried Cleo was, the Half-Elf decided to give her a choice.

"You don't have to come with us, Miss Cleo," Lux said. "You can just wait until we return."

"And if you don't return?" Cleo asked.

"We will return," Lux stated.

Seeing the confidence in Lux's words, Cleo felt as if the Half-Elf was certain that the Bone Ship would take him to the Pantheon of Exile and back.