Miss Doom stood on the deck of the Siren, looking out over the harbor. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info The flames in the distance danced in her eyes, and the terrible sight she had created with her hands was in full view.

The wreckage of the Abyss is burning, and his men are either killed on the spot, drowned in the sea, and some are being eaten by the swarms of razorfish.

The moment was nothing short of magnificent: a huge fireball rose in the night sky, like a rising sun leaping out of the sea.

Most of Bilgewater witnessed the moment, and Planck himself knew it. That's right, that's exactly what she meant to be. He displayed Trist and Graves like cattle in front of everyone, reminding everyone of the inviolability of his majesty. For Planck, others were nothing more than tools for consolidating his power. And it was this that she took advantage of to kill him.

Screams and alarm bells rang throughout the city, and rumors spread like wildfire.

Planck died.

A smile tugged at her lips.

Tonight is just the end game of the whole game. Hiring Trist to steal the dagger and then releasing the message to Graves - these are just tricks to confuse him. Her revenge was finally fulfilled years later. Miss Doom's smile vanished.

From the moment Planck barged into her family's workshop wearing a red scarf, she had been waiting for this day for a long, long time.

Sarah, as she was called then, had killed her parents and shot her that day, and she was just a helpless child, watching her parents fall in a pool of blood.

Planck inadvertently teaches her a brutal truth: no matter how peaceful you feel, your world, including everything you've built and everything you care about, can come to naught in the blink of an eye. But he shouldn't have been, and he left a living. Anger and hatred accompanied her through that icy night, and countless dark nights that followed.

For fifteen years she had worked tirelessly at all possible resources, waiting with great patience until Planck had completely forgotten her, let her guard down, and lay down on her throne with peace of mind. Only then will he lose everything. Only then will he understand the true meaning of the word "loss".

She should be ecstatic. But at the moment, all that haunted her was emptiness.

Raven jumped onto the side of the board, disrupting her thoughts.

"He's dead, it's over." Raven said quietly.

"Not yet."

She turned her eyes to look into the depths of Bilgewater. Originally, she thought that killing Planck would appease her hatred. But she only felt that the hatred had grown. For the first time since that day, she felt truly powerful.

"This is just the beginning. Listen, everyone who has been faithful to him, I want them to pay the price of blood; All his lieutenants, I will nail their heads to my wall; Every brothel, tavern, and storehouse adorned with his insignia, I watched as they burned to the ground. Finally, I want to see his body with my own eyes, at my feet. ”

Raven shuddered. He had heard similar declarations many times, but this was the first time it had come from her.