"The difference between a battle of words and a battle of arms... along with that talent of yours for fooling people, and the fact that a god actually favors a mortal this much, already makes it worth a try. It will not cost me much effort, in any case..." the Grim Reaper said calmly, this time truly focusing his gaze on Allen's face. "Exceptional wisdom is humanity's greatest wealth..."
The Grim Reaper Herpo drew out the words as he sighed out one of Ravenclaw's famous sayings. Then he seemed to lose patience with the conversation, turned his face away, and waved impatiently.
A rumbling sound like storm waves crashing against the shore rang out.
In the distance, the surrounding Black Tide churned as it surged over. The Dementors drifting aimlessly through the sky also found their target and swarmed in, thrusting out their rotting hands.
It made the already ashen light of this world darken even further, adding a layer of gloom and oppression.
All of these things began closing in on Allen and the Floating Ship above his head once more. They did not attack immediately, but slowed their pace.
Amid a chorus of creaks and rattles, the surging Black Tide abruptly scattered and split apart. The Skeletons clattered into the nearest ranks, while the Inferi, their faces pallid, squeezed in crookedly. Some frames missing arms or legs were not nimble enough, and instead were shoved to the ground, then trampled into pieces.
After a nauseating, dizzying bout of writhing, these Undead Creatures finally merged into seven long rivers. At the very front of each river stood several especially conspicuous Undead Creatures, led by what appeared to be the most powerful Undead among them.
Allen turned himself halfway around and swept a glance over them. At once, he realized