Whooo!
The wind suddenly intensified beneath the night sky, and an upright figure in a dark blue cleric's robe flew out from the depths of the howling gale.
Threads of electricity leaped and gathered around him, then turned into bolts of flickering lightning that struck downward, darting wildly through the wind.
Wherever the dancing lightning struck, a sailing ship vanished.
"Teleportation is prohibited here!"
A voice brimming with authority suddenly rang out. An invisible force then blocked the boundary between reality and the Spirit World, making teleportation through the Spirit World difficult.
Boom!
Bolts of silver-white lightning followed closely, striking the deck, gunwales, and masts, sending sparks and electricity flying across the ship.
Amid the scattered arcs of electricity, Cyril quietly vanished, leaving only a paper figure drifting slowly downward. A stray flash of lightning easily set it alight.
The voice brimming with authority rang out again:
"Concealing one's presence is prohibited here!"
The invisible force swept across the area like a wave, but no figures were revealed, either in the surrounding streets or aboard the sailing ship scarred with blackened patches from the lightning. The howling gale swirled for a while before gradually fading, and a tall figure landed on the bow.
Barely concealed anger filled his dark blue eyes, where tiny electrical arcs flickered.
"A Secrets Sorcerer?"
As soon as he spoke, a figure in a red military uniform floated through the air in defiance of physics and drifted over to the bow.
He was a middle-aged man in his late thirties, with every strand of hair meticulously groomed. Wearing a bow tie and carrying a cane, he looked more like a gentleman than a soldier, with an authoritative but slightly arrogant bearing.
His gaze swept over the sailing ship's many lightning-blackened patches before settling on the young