The Final Chance

A New Set Of Headaches

" Cale " Talking
' Cale " Thinking
" CALE " Shouting
•• Cale : Ancient powers

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"The other leaders of the tribes," Shickler announced, his voice filled with a mix of respect and excitement. "These are the people your mother spoke to along with me, those who were promised a glimmer of hope for the future."

As the trio of tribal leaders continued their rapid approach, Cale was having a mental breakdown inside his head while still managing a mask of stoicism ' Ah, why Raon? Why? '

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The three powerful presences were racing towards their location at an incredible speed. Trailing behind each strong presence were weaker ones, moving at a slower pace, which Cale assumed to be members of the tribe. As they drew closer, figures began to emerge from the water, each more striking than the last.

The first to appear was a massive shark with a prominent scar near its eye. As it neared the shore, it seamlessly transformed into its human form-a bulky man with long, messy silver hair and tanned skin. His dark blue slitted eyes were sharp, and a scar ran down his cheek. He approached the group with a bashful smile that revealed his sharp teeth, making him look more comically menacing than intimidating.

Next emerged a stunning lady whom Cale initially mistook for a mermaid. Her dark purple tail ended in a fin that was slightly lighter in color. She had elven ears, and her long, straight brown hair shimmered under the sunlight. Her purple eyes sparkled with hope as she gracefully approached the shore, transforming her majestic tail into legs. She gave the group a dazzling smile.

The last to arrive was a man who bore a striking resemblance to the woman, except he lacked her majestic aura. While she had normal hands, he had a hand with fins, and his ears were gills rather than the elven ears she possessed. His skin was a sickly pale shade with a hint of grey, and his tail was an unhealthy green color, his fins slightly lighter. His expression was grim as he walked towards the group, his light green hair cascading down to his waist. His honey-brown eyes met Cale's with a look of regret.

Before Cale could react, the large, bulky man started yelling.

"YOUR HIGHNESS! YOU ARE FINALLY HERE!" bellowed the man from the shark tribe, heading straight for Cale and clasping his hand firmly on Cale's shoulder, nearly knocking him off balance with his enthusiasm.

"Gerald, at least introduce yourself properly," the graceful woman interjected, pushing the man aside with an elegant yet forceful shove. She turned her admiring gaze to Cale. "Ah~ your highness, you look as beautiful as ever," she said in a lilting voice. "My name is Hera, your highness. I am the leader of the Siren's tribe. Pleased to meet you after such a long wait." She bowed to Cale respectfully, her eyes shining with admiration.

Cale, who had resigned himself to this chaos while waiting for them to arrive, remained seated at the table, unbothered. There was little he could do at this point, so he simply accepted his fate with a sigh.

"Hahaha! Your highness, my name is Gerald, leader of the shark tribe. Hahaha! You look as unbothered as ever, just like his majesty," the bulky man declared, his laughter booming like thunder as he slapped Cale on the back with enough force to send a lesser man sprawling.

"Hm, pleased to meet you too," Cale responded, his tone dripping with annoyance as he rubbed his shoulder.

"Long time no see, Gerald, Hera," Shickler said, stepping forward to greet the two with a nod.