"Wasted."
As Sifa swung the Flame Great Scythe, reaping wave after wave of undead surging toward the Future, he heard Kardashian's voice.
"Don't waste your strength on these bugs. Go deal with the masked one. I'll handle his undead—they'll make a fine addition to my army."
Besides being a Dreamwalker and a Rose Bishop, Kardashian was also a Gatekeeper!
"Alright."
Sifa immediately agreed and dismissed the Flame Great Scythe. He knew Kardashian intended to seize control of the undead. He had no doubt about her abilities, and he believed that once Ludwell noticed this—noticed that there was actually a Gatekeeper aboard the Future—he would inevitably contend with Kardashian, locking the two of them in a tug-of-war.
Judging by the fact that the Admiral of Hell was merely a pirate admiral rather than a king, Sifa guessed that Ludwell was also only a Gatekeeper, not yet an Undying or a Demigod.
That way, Kardashian would inevitably divide half his attention.
"Perhaps we can hunt a pirate admiral today."
Sifa chuckled and summoned his Marionette. When Levtor wrapped his arms around him from behind, flames burst from beneath Sifa's feet, sending him and the Marionette soaring like rockets. They crossed the sea of undead below and flew toward the Black Tulip.
On the deck of the Future, First Mate Frank pressed down on his round hat with its sunken center. Watching Sifa and Levtor "walk into the trap," he called out in confusion, "Are they trying to kill themselves?"
"I don't know. Focus on what's in front of us." Cattleya took out a scroll and shouted a word in Ancient Hermes: "Frost."
A crystalline stream of light surged like a tide toward the sea of undead, sweeping across the waters ahead and freezing both the ocean surface and the undead creatures, stopping