Five months passed in the blink of an eye. It was Monday, May 8, 1351.
The Sunia Sea, near the Rorsted Archipelago.
The Blue Avenger led a pirate fleet through the smoke-filled battlefield.
Suddenly, a huge fireball came hurtling out of nowhere. Streaks of tangled silver-white light split the sea, carving a passage where none had existed before. Towering waves rose on either side as it headed straight for the Blue Avenger.
Standing at the bow, Alger Wilson raised his right hand without a change in expression.
A violent tornado appeared out of nowhere, sweeping up the blue seawater and the silver-white streaks. They twisted skyward like a long serpent and collided with the huge fireball.
Boom!
Water exploded outward, then came pouring down like rain.
Alger locked onto a warship, opened his mouth, and let out a roar.
With a crash, a sudden, ferocious wave hurled the ship into the air.
Seizing the chance, the Blue Avenger's broadside cannons fired on their own. The booms came one after another.
A Beyonder aboard the enemy warship tried to use the recoil from a fireball to push it sideways. Alger yanked his right hand down.
A thick bolt of silver-white lightning struck, charring the Beyonder and leaving him convulsing.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Shell after shell hit. The ship broke apart in midair.
For a moment, Alger stared in a daze. He could not help looking down at his right hand.
So this is the power of a Cataclysmic Interrer. This is what it feels like to be half human, half god? He savored the thought for an instant, then quickly came to his senses and sent the Blue Avenger after the enemy.
A few days earlier, he had finally completed the Cataclysmic Interrer ritual. Ahead of The Moon, The Star, and