Aboard the Future, the midday sunlight streamed in through the window. Klein, who had just woken from a dream after using the paper crane to contact Will Auceptin again, closed his eyes briefly against the glare.
A knock sounded at the door just then.
It was Frank, carrying a fish whose belly had been cut open.
"Gehrman, do you know where Randolph went? I searched the entire ship and couldn't find him."
Klein's gaze swept over the fish in his hand. He paused briefly before saying:
"He left these waters."
"Left these waters? But we aren't even halfway through our return voyage!"
Frank's eyes widened slightly, then he looked crestfallen.
"Oh, right. He can flash and teleport. Unless a place can block off the Spirit World, there's no stopping him."
"What a shame. I just had a new idea I wanted to share with him."
You spend all day tormenting cows, fish, and wine, yet you actually know that a Traveler's teleportation and flashing rely on the Spirit World?
The Future and the Golden Dream have practically raised the cultural standards of the entire pirate world...
Even from a considerable distance, Cyril could sense the sharpness in that light.
It was far, far stronger than the Storm of Light he had recorded from Father Utravsky.
The dawn-like radiance vanished after less than two seconds. Immediately afterward, beast-like roars rang out one after another throughout the ruined city.
Sensing something, Cyril turned his head and saw a monster with a strange vertical eye on its head and short black fur covering its body.
Then pounding footsteps came from every direction, and more similarly shaped monsters emerged from the darkness.
Cyril frowned slightly. He had not detected these monsters before. It was as though they had appeared out of thin air at