The rain is starting to fall. Raindrops hit the surface of the sea, and if you put it in normal times, watching the ripples on the surface of the sea from the sea is Jacquia's favorite pastime. She always felt that witnessing this wonderful natural phenomenon calmed her mind, and a calm heart was necessary for hunters. This is not to say that Kraken hunters are impulsive, though, just as their companion sharks have a berserk side that loses itself in their blood, shark-toothed hunters will free themselves from all their primal rage in the face of their enemies. But unlike her younger compatriots who are easily dominated by rage, Jaquia's experience as a hunter has made her sense of the unfillable void of the rage when it subsides.

How to describe this emptiness? Jaquia has thought of too many metaphors, but has denied them all. The feeling of dancing with the prey in danger, pouring out the desire to kill at the other party, only to stop abruptly in the middle of the game is indescribable. Too many times she looked at the sinking corpse in front of her, and was at a loss, because even if that corpse once belonged to some powerful enemy, when its soul left, it was only a pair of boring skins, and it was only to share the food with those obscene fish and shrimp. For a moment, Jaquia attributed this abruptness to the Father of the Sharks' trial of his own followers. But she soon discovered that this feeling was not common among the other Sharktooth people, and that she could feel their fear when she told the elders of the tribe about it. The feeling is not that one hunter is admiring another, but that he is simply looking at some completely incomprehensible monster.

So is it me who has the problem? Jaquia doesn't know the answer to that question. But she eventually found out what to call this emptiness, hunger, not ordinary hunger, the kind of hunger that sees abundance of food in the midst of extreme hunger, but is pulled away after the first bite. It can't be filled, it only gets torn bigger and bigger with each hunt, the huntress believes that one day she will be consumed by this hunger, driven to do something that does not fit the hunter's identity, but today is not that day, today she is still the proud hunter of shark teeth, so she has the obligation and responsibility to make shark teeth glorify and let the father of sharks glorify.

"Ma'am, the people on the ground around here have been cleaned up. A male shark-toothed Siren, accompanied by his own shark, reported to Jaquia, affectionately petting his partner's dorsal fin, and the Huntress noticed red blood near their mouths, presumably after a frenzy. Although the Kraken does not have humans in its recipes, they will sometimes devour small amounts of their opponent's flesh in battle due to their blood-eating impulse or anger, as a testament to their belief in the Father of the Sharks.

As for the people on the ground in his mouth, it was a group of survivors who happened to find a large piece of driftwood. Their luck allowed them to survive the tsunami and even find shelter on the surface. If left unattended, maybe some human-based drama will develop between these survivors. But the Krakens appeared, and before the survivors could show their ugly side, their luck ran out. Jaquia wouldn't have been able to slaughter humans who couldn't fight back, and she gave it to young people who wanted to prove their abilities to the Father of the Sharks. So the huntress even felt a sense of relief when she heard that the killing was finally over, not based on sympathy, but just pure impatience.

"Good, we continue to patrol. Heavy rains will scare those humans, keep an eye out for your sharks, they are more seasoned hunters than us. Jaquia said casually, holding up her identity-symbolizing weapon in her adoring gaze, the Sharktooth Tribe's tools of war with an unquenchable fire from the Earth's Core, a beacon for the Sirens who could sense heat in the icy waters. But it is precisely because of this weapon that the prey with heat perception can escape, except for large-scale tribal activities, Jaquia basically does not carry it with him.

The Sharkfangs quickly assembled, their eyes full of enthusiasm, though the young warriors were a little disappointed not to be able to take part in the siege of the Witch Fortress. But it's glorious enough to follow a legendary huntress in search of bait for a group of sharks. Jaquia nodded, sensing the direction of the water with the Kraken's unique body structure, the current was much more intense than before, which could be some kind of omen, perhaps a Siren as knowledgeable as Fioni could know what it meant. Fioni, thinking of the name hunter unconsciously clenched her fists, she heard that this guy from the Lietao tribe had good skills but was willing to become a scholar, which made Jaquia, who believed in the way of hunters, quite disdainful.

"Only a coward needs to convince himself with vague knowledge, and a true hunter only needs to accumulate experience and then follow the guidance of instinct to find the right path. "This is a creed that has been passed down through generations among the Sharktooth tribe, and it is the code that Jaquiya believes in. She believed that she was not far from the true hunter that the proverb suggests. Just as the hunter was about to lead the team again, she suddenly realized something, something she had neglected before. To make sure of her thoughts, Jaquia quickly sprinted through the crowd and swam towards the place where the bones had fallen, and she slammed out of the sea, landing on the plank that had been used as a safe haven by the survivors to the surprised gaze of the other Krakens.

The raindrops, hitting her body, even through the scales, the female kraken could feel the power in every drop of rain. But now she didn't have to think about it, the hunter wiped it on the plank with his hand, and rubbed it with his fingers. Because of the scales on his fingers, it took Jaquia a moment to confirm that there would be a thin layer of salt on something that had been soaked in seawater and exposed to the sun. She saw the same sight on the decks of the ships that Fioni had studied before. The difference was that the grains of salt on the deck had obvious traces of being trampled on, and they were not the footprints of the Siren, which meant that there were still people walking on the ship after the sun came out. But there was not the slightest smell of blood in that seawater.

"Fioni, you liar!" the huntress, realizing that she had been teased by Fioni's overly calm performance, gritted her teeth and roared in the storm. Her self-esteem was greatly hurt by the deception.

"Click!" a thunderclap burst out of the dark clouds and disappeared into the distance.