1113 The Fat Squid? I Suppose That Was Me

"Who was that guy?" Lord Phenix stuttered, a tremor in his voice. "His aura was even more absurd than the octopus that gobbled us up…"

"If it's a native, it can only be the Celestial," Crunch shrugged, maintaining his usual unflappable demeanor.

Jake nodded silently, affirming this assumption. Absentmindedly petting his cat without seeking its consent, he sardonically praised, "Against all odds, you sometimes say something smart."

"Fuck you, master, I've always been smart!" Crunch retorted, flipping him off in complete disregard of any sense of danger. If he had one, he would never have ended up in the stomach of a millennia-old kraken.

But the cat's blatant insult went over Jake's head, his mind already pondering something else.

'He knows I'm here,' he realized, frowning.