Inside the cabin, Lorne gripped Phantom tightly, his entire body taut as he remained on high alert. Not far behind him, Cattleya still lay on the floor with pain etched across her face, letting out intermittent groans.
With the powerful spiritual intuition of a Calamity Priest, he could clearly sense that something was coming!
And it was close. Admiral of Blood Seniors had already approached the lonely little boat drifting across the pitch-black sea.
There were others here. Sensing several distinct spiritual presences inside the boat, Seniors furrowed his brows slightly on his pale face.
He could sense that one person's spirituality had reached at least the level of Sequence 5, and that they were very powerful. But their condition was clearly very wrong. They were on the brink of collapse and losing control.
"Shit-who the hell is it?"
"Meow..."
On deck, Danitz and Lucky were still keeping a wary eye on the surrounding sea.
Not wanting to alert them, Seniors ignored them outright in his wraith state. His body became an insubstantial black shadow that silently passed through the cabin wall and floated inside.
He did not dare get too close, merely hovering near the cabin ceiling as he coldly surveyed the scene below.
Is that Admiral of Stars Cattleya?!
The first person to draw his attention was not his target, Lorne, but the familiar figure writhing in pain on the floor nearby.
Is she... about to lose control?
A single glance was enough for Seniors to judge Cattleya's condition.
Clearly, Cattleya, a fellow Pirate Admiral, made him far more wary than the utterly ordinary-looking Brando.
No subordinates, all alone, and on the verge of losing control. This is a heaven-sent opportunity!
As a fellow pirate, he already held a considerable grudge against her. Cattleya's substantial bounty and the