A Black Demon, A White Angel, and A Crimson War God (2).

Since the dawn of humanity, there had always been a subtle connection between the sea and storms, such that the ancient humans had invented imaginary deities that ruled the two.

Saliors and fishermen were required to offer prayer and sacrifices to these beings that had the power to destroy them and their sources of livelihood.

Who could blame them?

Storms are a thing of dread, and coupled with the turbulent ocean could crush a man's body and spirit.

Right now, the salty sea breeze flowing across his figure, Cain was like a god that ruled the sea.

Sparks of electricity flowed around him, creating a ring of death around him. The people on the ship held their breath as they were forced to witness power unlike anything they had ever seen, coming from one human.

On the other hand, Cain was filled with panic.

'Crap, crap, crap!'