Sunlight, piercing sunlight, appeared once more before Charles as he stood on the deck, gazing at his island.
Hope Island was still as bustling as ever. On the docks, fishing boats, cargo ships, and other vessels were coming and going nonstop, with each ship bearing a different style.
Most were steamboats, and the rest were a peculiar miscellany, including even sailing ships, though it was hard to imagine what powered them since Earth Sea didn't have much wind.
As the great ship docked, Charles walked toward the sunlight, his expression hesitant.
He licked forward with his tongue—the tooth that had been sawn off had regrown.
Even his teeth could come back; this proved that Charles's recovery ability had surpassed that of ordinary humans, but this was not necessarily a good thing, as normal people didn't have such formidable healing powers.
Lately, he found himself often overcome with the desire to drink blood.
