The handsome man who stepped out of the shadows carried an air of nobility. He looked up at Emlyn's room, a trace of contemplation flashing through his scarlet eyes.
"The auras of Pure White Vision and the Spirituality Ring vanished into thin air. During that time, I didn't notice any creature approaching the White family."
"A messenger capable of traveling to and from the Spirit World? Or some special ritual that can transfer items directly?"
As he murmured, his figure quietly turned incorporeal, taking on a pale red tint before becoming a hazy beam of moonlight that swiftly rose into the sky.
Aboard the Future, Cyril was just about to put Pure White Vision in the Inn to serve as its sun when his spirituality suddenly stirred.
He glanced out the window. An Illusory Door appeared in his eyes, and his figure instantly vanished.
Cyril quietly appeared beside the railing on the aft deck.
On the deck, Frank sat slumped against the railing, looking rather dejected. Blood stained his mouth and chin, and he held two Silver-Scale Fish that weren't struggling.
"..."
Are you cosplaying as a Sanguine?
Under Cyril's gaze, an enormous dark shape emerged indistinctly within the terrifying storm.
The Future hadn't stopped advancing because of the storm ahead, so the enormous dark shape within the raging tempest soon became clearer.
It was a sailing ship even larger than the Future!
Nearly two hundred meters long, it rose high at both bow and stern, its overall shape resembling a crescent moon.
Its exterior was painted black, and cannons lined its sides in three staggered, orderly tiers.
Only one sail hung from its towering masts, bearing the image of a black gravestone.
This was the emblem of the King of Immortality. That ship was the Death Announcer!