Ketal’s strength was uniquely exceptional, not just among those onboard but throughout the entire continent. At least, Aquaz had never seen anyone else capable of matching his raw power.0

As an inquisitor of the continent’s largest religious order, dedicated to the Sun God, she had encountered numerous mighty warriors. Yet, not one had demonstrated a strength even remotely close to Ketal’s. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that his power was truly one-of-a-kind.0

And yet, someone this strong can't handle Myst, Aquaz thought incredulously. The idea seemed like a tasteless joke.1

As the ship moved onward, the scattered debris from the recent battle gradually disappeared behind them. Baker, watching the fading wreckage, shook his head in disbelief.0

“To think that was a magic weapon. And you caught and threw it back barehanded.”0

“Hm?” Ketal tilted his head. “It wasn’t just an ordinary harpoon?”0

“You didn't notice?” Baker stared at Ketal, even more bewildered. “That harpoon pierced right through Aquaz’s defensive barrier, yet you thought it was ordinary?”0

Apparently, something of that magnitude had seemed insignificant to Ketal. With a sigh of disbelief, Baker explained further.0

“That was definitely a magical weapon, and a very well-made one crafted by the Mage Tower....0