As the female corpse's pale hand, with its unnaturally long nails, pressed against the edge of the coffin, the air around Angel instantly dried out. Then the temperature soared, as though everything were baking beneath a blazing sun.
Outside the hidden treasury, the seawater around the Blue Avenger also began to evaporate. Dry heat enveloped all of Bayam, waking its sleeping residents from their dreams with tight skin and parched lips.
Some kind of incomplete catastrophe? It wasn't as violent as meteors or earthquakes, but it covered a wider area, and if it continued, it could still cause heavy casualties... Sensing the outside world through the Mirror World, Angel frowned, her gaze resting on the female corpse as it slowly pushed itself upright against the coffin.
Although she sensed no High Sequence Witch Beyonder Characteristic, there was something familiar about this power.
It was a boon.
Had she been granted the power of a Catastrophe Demoness before her death? Perhaps she also had a boon from a sequence of the Death pathway that let her revive from death... Angel approached the coffin as she analyzed the possibilities.
Then she leaped onto the coffin, grabbed the head of the female corpse as it was about to sit up, and pushed her straight back inside, making her lie down once more among the red silks.
At the same time, she countered catastrophe with catastrophe, rapidly calming the drought and extreme heat that were about to intensify outside the Blue Avenger.
"How could the living be overpowered by the dead?" She chuckled, sensing the temperatures over the sea and in the city rapidly returning to normal. The ghost ship's deck, which had already begun to crack, also started repairing itself. Only then did she look back at the exquisite female corpse, surprised to