At that moment, the white bass serving as Sifa's marionette was about twenty meters away, the limit of his control. As the pirates rowed hard, that distance quickly shrank, and Sifa kept the marionette from swimming any farther.
As they drew closer to the marionette, Sifa tightened his grip on Ghost Scream, a little nervous. He called to Danitz nearby, "Did you sense anything?"
Danitz was also a Pyromaniac, a title known in ancient times as Fire Mage. At this stage, a Hunter's spirituality became highly active, allowing them to keenly sense certain changes.
Danitz shook his head. Sifa had expected that, since he had sensed nothing either. He had only asked to create a sense of tension and keep Danitz on guard.
Sure enough, after hearing the question, Danitz's expression grew wary.
Then-
Sifa's vision blurred.
An entirely different scene suddenly burst into view.
One second, he had been on a tranquil sea beneath a clear sky, with water and sky blending into one.
The next, although he was still at sea, towering waves surged around him from time to time. In the distance, Sifa saw the black island with its volcano-and the Styx Ruler atop the crater!
What happened?
Were we teleported?
No, if this were Teleportation, we should have entered the Spirit World, but I never felt that happen.
Besides, even for Teleportation, that was far too fast. Not even a second passed between the calm sea and these turbulent waters.
Sifa stood frozen at the bow. The pirates behind him and aboard the other boat were just as stunned, unable to react to the sudden change.
Only after a moment did Danitz say, "Am I dreaming?"
Water Bucket leaned over and pinched his cheek hard, making Danitz curse. "Shit! Why are you pinching me?"
The pirate