After the Feathered Serpent, reduced to a skeleton wreathed in fiercely burning pale flames, left those waters, Cyril reappeared, floating in midair.
He lightly tossed the Eyeball Glass Orb in his hand, and light blossomed around him.
Pure, clear rays poured down, illuminating every corner and dispelling every trace of darkness and death.
Once the waters shrouded in deathly silence returned to normal, the surrounding space distorted, and the Sea God reappeared on the violently heaving sea.
Cyril flickered and appeared on the deck.
Anderson and several sailors were still gazing at the storm-ravaged Berserk Sea in the distance, watching the skeletal Feathered Serpent vanish into the storm.
Looking away, Anderson smacked his lips and said:
"I know Feathered Serpents used to be servants of that God of Death on the Southern Continent, but after taking such a brutal beating from you, how could it still live unhindered with nothing left but its skeleton?"
"Is that a characteristic all high-sequence Beyonders of the Death pathway have?"
"In a sense, you're right, but that's a characteristic unique to Death Archons."
"A dead Death Archon is still a Death Archon. The boundary between life and death is no longer distinct for them. Only special abilities or methods can erase a Death Archon completely."
As he spoke, Cyril reached out and grasped at the air, retrieving a feather stained with pale yellow grease from the void. It was one of the feathers the Feathered Serpent had shed into the sea earlier.
After examining it for a moment, he flicked his finger lightly, and the feather slipped back into the void and disappeared.
"The Berserk Sea is where the God of Death fell, and that Feathered Serpent clearly came from there. It may have come into contact with something the God of Death left