Absalom, the invisible man, fled without even looking back to see whether anyone—or any bird—was chasing him.
If a person came after him, they were asking to die. If it was the bird, he was in real trouble.
He had never felt such a terrifying aura from any person or bird.
Absalom looked up at Gecko Moria. It was a pressure that seemed to come from a higher order of life. He had never felt anything like it, not even from Lord Moria.
"The highest-ranking officer the Marines sent is a commodore? Heh heh heh heh!"
Gecko Moria gazed at the dark sky as a few bats flew past and let out a strange laugh. It sent a sinister chill down their spines.
Absalom remained composed, but cold sweat had soaked the backs of everyone else on the wall. They were beginning to feel grateful that this demon was not their enemy.
"You didn't take care of them while you were there, Absalom?" Gecko Moria asked, tilting his head slightly.
Absalom tensed and answered at once. "There's a strange bird among those Marines. It's exceptionally strong, so I couldn't finish them off!"
"You couldn't handle a Marine squad led by a mere commodore? Absalom, I haven't seen you in a while, and you've grown much weaker!"
A powerful, icy aura burst from Gecko Moria and bore down on Absalom. His eyes turned cold.
Thud!
Absalom dropped to his knees. "I was wrong! Please punish me, Lord Moria!"
"Hmph! Useless!" Gecko Moria snorted at Absalom, who knelt with his head nearly touching the ground. Then he folded his arms and looked toward Wuli and the others in the distance.
"So I have to deal with them myself? Sigh. I never thought I'd fall this far. I, Moria, don't even have a