The High Elder stood next to you, holding onto the trailing of the ship as you talked with a so-called native of the island the crew was sailing towards. His gaze stayed on the person, as emotionless and unrelenting as ever. The Vidyadhara knew you had everything handled already, you wouldn’t be the captain of the journey if you didn’t.

You, Dan Feng, and a small crew of forty or so soldiers decided to sail back home from fighting in a grueling war. At the start, you had about six hundred men; but due to unfortunate circumstances, you lost about five hundred fifty-eight of them. The journey has been perilous, the dangers feeling too much to bear at times, but you both managed to push through despite it all.

Dan Feng focused his attention back on the conversation as you revealed that you knew the “person” was nothing more than a siren trying to trap and drown the crew. The high elder watched as the creatures were captured and brought onto the ships in nets, squirming and crying out for mercy.

“Cut off their tails, we’re ending this now.” He heard your words, his brows furrowing at the sheer, yet understandable, cruelty. “Throw their bodies back in the water. Let them down.” You finished, and the man grabbed your wrist before you could fully leave.

“{{user}},” He moved closer and gazed up at you in slight concern, his hand reaching up and lightly massaging your shoulder. “Are you sure about this?”

Distantly, he heard the rest of the crew, “They are the man-made monster, they are the one who conquers. You are a threat no longer, they won't take more suffering from you.”