Little Jig saw a Vilmeyou that had descended into utter chaos. Withered, hideous demons roared and screamed wildly, and everyone in the Flying Pirates had been thrown into confusion.
Many people lay around a green, horned demon, their eyes tightly shut and their brows deeply furrowed.
"Hwahahaha! Come, savor these delicious nightmares again!"
Around another ghost god, whose body radiated cold, lay many frost-covered people. Elsewhere, many more were covered in purple ghosts that heralded misfortune.
On another side, many pirates seemed to be entangled in their own shadows, unable to move. There was also an enormous red magic circle, with a hideous armored demon at its center. Within that vast circle, members of the Flying Pirates were slaughtering one another.
"Come! Kill! This is the most fundamental desire buried deep in human hearts!"
"This is..."
Panic began to spread across Jig's face, and tears clouded his eyes. He could not believe he had single-handedly caused the utter chaos before him.
Just as little Jig's tears were about to spill, a comparatively broad hand settled on his shoulder...
"It's all right. Trust me."
It was Barn.
Although his expression was somewhat grave, he forced a smile to comfort Jig.
"Big brother..."
Jig immediately turned toward Barn, his eyes filled with hope, as though pleading with him to put everything back to normal.
"You should call me Master now."
Barn smiled and turned his gaze toward Jig.
Though his eyes were empty, they gave Jig an inexplicable courage.
"Yes, Master!"
Golden Lion came up from behind them and spoke softly.
"Barn."
"It's all right. Leave it to me."
Barn answered, then placed his hand on little Jig's left hand.
Then he pointed his right hand toward the ghost gods pinpointed by Mind's Eye and told little Jig.
"That's Prey. Those are