Angel hurried through the Mirror World to the location of Trissy's Magic Mirror and soon found that Trissy had already prepared an icy surface for her to emerge through.
Her spirituality gave no warning of extreme danger, so whoever was attacking Trissy was probably not a Demigod, but merely a Sequence 5 Beyonder. Of course, after being injured during the day, it was only natural that Trissy could not handle a Beyonder of the same Sequence. That was why she had called for help.
With that thought, Angel stepped straight out of the mirror and looked around. She was in the Backlund sewers, a place she had known well half a year ago. Expanded several times since the great plague more than a decade earlier, the sewers had grown into a network of main tunnels and branches spanning the city, like an underground world of its own.
Trissy sat leaning against the wall deep in a branch off the main tunnel. Her face was still pale, though she looked much better than she had during the day. About ten meters ahead of her stood a man in a dark red coat and a tricorn captain's hat. His face was paler than Trissy's, and the light brown eyes set in his sunken sockets stared fixedly at Angel.
Wasn't that Senior, the Admiral of Blood who had become Klein's marionette? Angel nearly laughed. She turned toward the Demoness of Affliction who had secretly called for help through the Magic Mirror. Delight at the arrival of reinforcements filled Trissy's eyes. She pointed at the Wraith ahead and said with a smile:
"That's him, the Pirate Admiral worth forty thousand pounds!"
Actually, it's forty-three thousand...
Angel looked back at the marionette Klein was controlling. His face was expressionless, but his eyes conveyed the Marionettist's