The vampire got up with a grimace and looked straight at the angel lying in the ropes. Eclipse looked worn out, but Mithias had no idea why. By now he was exceptionally wary of him. That holy aura was dangerous. 

The giant hydra-titan popped its heads out of the water in various locations. Everyone could see them. It would be interesting what their reactions would be. "It's not after us." Mithias stated flatly, although he didn't explain how he'd be so confident. Truly, he had no idea what "Yamato no Orochi" had planned, but he could guess. It was probably vengeance against the storm god, followed by molding this world more to his liking. .. or was this even a world at all? 

Mithias sighed. Whatever. He was entrenched in this. But if it was a hallucination, then maybe he could talk to his captor. He turned away from the others, "What is it you wish of me?" He asked vaguely, more hoping not to hear an answer. He didn't. That was just how his day was going. 

Now he sought captain King, the short, hairy person with the loud voice. A sopping wet, white skinned, tall and lean vampire lifted a clawed hand to him. "Captain. Where are we going?"