After the battle.
The underlings handled the battlefield cleanup, while the five pirate flagships belonging to the two major camps gathered in a ring.
Black Sail, the Madmen, the Dragon Cavalry, Red Dragon, and the newly ascendant Ghost Pirate Gang.
As the resounding victors of this Shattered Star free-for-all, the five powers represented by these flagships now stood atop the Shattered Star Region's food chain, their status almost equivalent to the five permanent members of the United Nations Security Council.
The Dark God Temple, the opposition's sole survivor, had temporarily escaped encirclement and retained much of its strength. But like Germany after its defeat, it was isolated, its international standing had plummeted, and it had lost its say in the Shattered Star Region.
"You certainly kept your strength well hidden, Ghost. Even Kalon fell at your hands!" Flint glanced at the Kalon beast someone had towed behind his ship in an unmistakable show of force.
Of the five flagships, Nie Yun's vessel was the shabbiest. Not only was it the smallest, but scars covered its hull, making it look worse than a secondhand ship ready for the scrapyard.
Yet those battle scars, coupled with the Kalon beast trailing behind it like a hunting trophy, somehow gave it a presence that overshadowed everyone there.
"Heh! Just luck, just luck!" Nie Yun smiled modestly.
"Is Kalon dead or alive?" Messiah suddenly asked.
Everyone's gaze sharpened.
No one cared whether Kalon lived or died. But if Kalon was alive, the Ghost Captain might be able to pry information about its backers out of it.
That information was what they truly cared about.
"Kalon? Sorry, I couldn't hold back. It's definitely dead." Having said that, Nie Yun gave Messiah a meaningful glance.
Hearing that Kalon was dead, Messiah quietly let out a breath, whether