Oh no, he's trying to escape!
Standing before Klein, the Admiral of Blood raised his eyebrows and sped up his possession of Klein's body.
With Zatwin's help, it would take only a few seconds.
But the next moment, the Mad Adventurer Gehrman Sparrow vanished before his eyes.
There was no flare of fire, no paper figurine drifting down. Though he could no longer control his body and retained command only of his head, he had simply disappeared.
A figure slowly emerged in the chair. Zatwin, dressed in a black robe, sat where Klein had been a second earlier. Confusion showed in his sunken eyes as well.
"My possession was broken?"
He spoke softly, as though asking a question—or talking to himself.
For a Wraith, being forced out of a possessed body was hardly unusual. Severe injury, a jolt to the Spirit Body, or even many bullets that directly attacked the Spirit Body could strike the host and force the Wraith to abandon the body, returning to an incorporeal ghost.
But Zatwin was a demigod of the Rose School, a Sequence 4 Puppet. Once he had completed a possession, escaping his grasp was no simple matter.
Especially not for a Sequence 5 Marionettist.
So how had this Gehrman Sparrow shaken off his possession and even vanished from the Flesh and Blood Tree?
Instinctively, he prepared to use a Wraith's ability to divine where Gehrman had gone.
They were at sea. Even if he had escaped, how far could he get?
But the next instant, Zatwin's expression changed sharply. His spirituality screamed a warning: an immense danger was about to descend on this place—on the entire Flesh and Blood Tree!
And the source of the danger was beneath him?
A moment later, the Admiral of Blood, Senior, sensed it too. He looked