Tōga, feeling the surge of his anger begin to ebb, took a deep, measured breath to calm the storm within. "Now get out of here. If I see you again, you’re going to have more than a broken finger," he warned, his tone icy, mirroring the chill of the night air. He took a step back, allowing the battered pirate a moment to gather his bearings and retreat. Tōga then turned his attention to the only warehouse he had yet to investigate—the same one Blackbeard had reluctantly identified.
Approaching the structure, Tōga's hand grasped the door, pulling it open with a force that sent echoes rippling through the silent night. The door swung wide, allowing the faint moonlight to spill into the dark recesses of the warehouse. A brisk ocean breeze swept in behind him, filling the space with the scent of salt and mystery. "He said this one," Tōga muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the interior as he stepped over the threshold, searching for any sign of the creatures Strigr had warned him about and Blackbeard had confirmed were there.