"Spirit Word: Ghost?"
Odin's gaze stiffened slightly. He had seen "He Xiaomeng's" file at Kassel College and knew of this Spirit Word. He just had not expected that even someone of his rank could be affected by it.
In Amon's hands, "Ghost" could affect opponents of the same level as well—though the conditions were rather demanding.
The reason they had avoided detection by Odin and Xia Mi was, first, that the seafloor was dark enough, and second, that both sides had focused their attention on each other and the Nine-Headed Serpent, overlooking everything else.
"Oh, you actually know my Spirit Word."
Amon's smile deepened. A teasing glint flickered in the eye exposed beyond his Monocle.
"Not many people know about my Spirit Word. Let me guess—you learned it through Kassel College? You've extended your reach into that dragon-slaying organization?"
Odin fell silent.
The man before him was terrifyingly perceptive. He had immediately connected Odin to arrangements within the Secret Party.
Xia Mi found Amon's appearance here utterly unbelievable and stood frozen. She stared at the figure seated atop the cliff, at the black robe, the Pointed Soft Hat, the Monocle, and that face she knew better than anyone.
Her lips parted, and only after a long while did she force out a sentence. "Brother—how are you here?"
Then she realized something was wrong.
How could an ordinary Hybrid sit so comfortably eight thousand meters beneath the sea? The water pressure here was enough to crush steel!
Odin's words from earlier suddenly flashed through her mind.
"Our younger brother."
Younger brother.
The only ones Odin would address like that were Monarchs seated upon thrones.
Xia Mi's face darkened. The surprise and confusion in her golden eyes were instantly replaced by vigilance and fury.
"Who are you?" Her voice was cold as