Am I a Mage?

The moment that golden eye opened, every sound by the docks vanished.

Even the currents came to a standstill.

The next second, the water split down the middle. The oil slick was pushed aside by dark golden light, revealing a passage leading downward.

The passage slanted toward the depths of the harbor, ancient floodgates standing on either side. The gates were carved with a chaotic mess of sacrificial texts, Creation Society candle-flame insignias, Kakin Royal Family dark patterns, and countless Black Gold markings, all crammed together as if someone had made a collage out of different factions' ancestral graves.

Bai Zhu looked at them for two seconds.

"They certainly have taste."

He weighed the thin Black Gold shard in his hand.

Milluki stared at the sonar display from the tent entrance, his face turning green.

"Taste my ass! This isn't an ordinary entrance. It's a VIP passage!"

Hisoka stood behind him, the cards in his hands worn so ragged they had curled.

"Looks like someone rolled out a red carpet just for you."

Bai Zhu turned around.

"Shut up, it's a filthy ditch! Pah! Fuck, I got it wrong—I still have to go down there. It really is a red carpet."

Hisoka's shoulders trembled faintly with laughter.

Milluki grabbed a can of cola and hurled it at them.

"Could you two read the room? Things are this complicated, and you're discussing carpets?"

Bai Zhu put away the shard.

"Young master, well cursed. Next time, curse a little less. Save your voice to guide me."

Milluki was just about to speak when Bai Zhu suddenly froze.

A man's voice came from deep within the waterway.

It was very close, yet it had not come through the communicator.

"Golden Candle Envoy."

Bai Zhu raised a hand.

Milluki immediately fell silent.

Hisoka stopped