"I can do it," Aloy said, "and if I open my mouth, the gangs and the Okau people will join you." But why would I do that? ”

"Give me a hand,! You owe me. "He suddenly lost his temper like a child.

"I, owed, you?" Aloy asked rhetorically, word for word.

"I've been following the ritual. The sacrifice never stopped. Planck snarled.

"But apparently you didn't learn your lesson. Rite? Sacrifice? These are trivial matters between the weak man and the weak God. My God wants action. Aloy said.

"I have suffered for this city, I have shed blood for this city. It should be mine! ”

Aloy knew what he had to do. She knew it before Planck even spoke. She knew it years ago.

Planck has lost his way. For such a long time, the hatred and grief deeply imprinted in his heart by his father's cruelty continued to ferment and worsen. Aloy had forgotten her duty because she loved him at the time, and because she had allowed him to go astray when she left him. He was content to kill, rob, and be a true pirate, but he never aspired to reach the heights of his father's king of pirates.

After they broke up, his goal was to become the master of Bilgewater, and he made a bloody storm for it.

Aloy felt his eyes wet. He's no longer in the limelight. He can't move on, keep progressing, keep evolving. Now what? Now he may not be able to complete Naga Capoloth's trials alive. But he had to be tested. That's what he's here for.

Aloy looked at the old captain in front of him. Can I send him away? Do you believe he still has the strength or ambition to survive this catastrophe? If I send him away, at least he will be able to live......

This is contrary to the way of Naga Kaporos. This is not the duty of the real man. This temple has no room for doubt and regret. If she believes in her God, she must trust her instincts. If she felt that he had to be tested, then that was God's will. What fool would give up a god for the sake of a man?

Aloy gripped the handle of the Divine and lowered the idol from his shoulder. The feeling of relief returned to her shoulders, but for some reason, she could still feel the weight on her shoulders.

"Please," Planck pleaded. "Just a little more merciful."

"I'll let you see the truth." Aloy's words were cheering himself on.

She kicked Planck, his heel squandering his nose. He fell backwards like a drunkard, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. He rolled over and looked at her angrily

"Look!" Aloy chanted.

She stretched out her spirit, calling on the energy of the Mother Serpent and waving the idol forward. A glowing mist poured out of the idol's mouth, and a swirl of blue-green energy surrounded the face of the mother snake, and the energy gradually materialized into a spirit tentacle. Against the backdrop of gold, these tentacles are as beautiful as the sunrise on the surface of the sea, and at the same time as terrifying as the darkest abomination of the sea. Tentacles continue to grow out of the idol, as if they are multiplying with some incomprehensible mathematical rule. They swelled and grew exponentially, as if every tentacle could hold the hopes and fears of the world.

"No!" Planck screamed. But the whirlpool was completely unmoved, and the tentacles wrapped around him like a storm.

"Face Naga Kaporos!" She shouted. "Prove yourself!" The tentacles grabbed Planck and passed through his chest. He shuddered, and the sights of the past flashed around him.

He screamed in pain, feeling his soul being pulled out of his body, while his mirror image stood peacefully in front of Eloy. Planck's soul burned with a dazzling blue flame, and the form of the soul was constantly changing, flashing many of the appearances of previous lives.

Countless massive tentacles continued to strike at the scarred captain. Planck rolled over and staggered to his feet, dodging the attack as low as he could. But with each dodge, more tentacles appear. The reality around him was twisting and whirling. A swarm of tentacles flapped at him, pushing him downward, farther and farther away from his soul—closer and closer to annihilation.

Aloy couldn't bear to look at it. She really wished she could look elsewhere. It is my duty to witness his passing. He was a great man, but he has failed. The universe needs –

Planck stood up. Slow, unyielding, and ruthless, he forced his broken body to stand up. He tore himself apart, broke free from the tentacles, and stepped forward one bloody step at a time, screaming in pain. Covered in blood and exhausted, he finally stood in front of Eloy. His eyes bulged out, full of hatred and pain, but also full of determination. With the last shred of strength, he stepped into the mist of light of his soul.

"I will be king."

The wind stopped. The tentacles vanished with a burst of light. Naga Kapolos was satisfied.

"You're moving." Aloy said with a smile.

Planck looked at his old love, and the distance between the two was only a few inches. He straightened his back, his chest filled with a fresh air of fortitude—he was the proud captain again.

Planck turned away from Aloy, the pain and disability not lessening in the slightest, but his pace was as confident as before.

"Next time I come and ask you for help, just refuse." Planck yelled.

"You've got to deal with that arm." Aloy said.

"Nice to meet you." As he spoke, he walked out of the temple and down the long staircase towards the sea.

"Stupid old bastard." She laughs.

The monks and priests returned to the antechamber, and Aloy remembered that a thousand things were still waiting for her. A thousand small burdens for her to carry. She must find Miss Doom. Aloy felt that Naga Kapoulos would soon need the bounty hunter to put to trial.

"Tell Okor and the other gang leaders to support Planck," Aloy instructed the angel. "Help him take the city back."

"The city is in a mess now, and many people want him dead. He won't live to-night," the messenger grumbled, watching the wounded captain make his way down the stairs.

"He's still the right man," Aloy said, delicately sizing the Divine on his shoulder.

We can never be sure that what we are doing is right, that we don't know what the future holds, or even when we will die. But the universe will give us desires, give us instincts. So we have to believe in them.

She climbed the stairs from the courtyard to the interior of the temple, the idol resting on her shoulder. It's a heavy burden, but Aloy doesn't mind it.

Instead, she felt like she couldn't let go.