Amon... Lorne's heart tightened.
The Postman, the smiling face, the monocle-unpleasant memories rapidly surged back.
Around Sequence 6 to Sequence 5? So this is only an avatar?
With Absolute Perception, Lorne immediately gained a rough sense of the young man's level.
He was far weaker than Amon the Postman, not even a demigod.
Without betraying anything, he activated Spirit Vision and scanned the surrounding deck and railings from the corner of his eye, looking for those transparent worms.
After his last encounter with Amon the Postman, he had obtained some information from within the Society and from Queen Mystic. He had learned that those tiny, transparent creatures were called Worms of Time. Only High Sequence Beyonders of the Marauder pathway possessed them. They were part of their bodies and were also connected to their ability to parasitize others.
Supposedly, Amon almost never appeared alone. By the time you spotted one Amon, a whole crowd of Amons might already be hiding around you.
Fortunately, there was nothing unusual nearby.
A lone Amon? Lorne silently weighed the possibilities.
Meanwhile...
After climbing off the plank, the young man casually surveyed the people around him. His smile visibly stiffened when his gaze passed over the zombie sailors, but he quickly composed himself, straightened, and bowed to Lorne and the others with a hand over his chest, every inch the gentleman.
"Thank you all for your help."
"Who are you? Why were you out here alone?" Before Lorne could react, Danitz stepped forward and questioned him, his voice openly wary.
"I'm merely a poor survivor of a shipwreck." The young man sighed, putting on a miserable expression. "Our ship encountered pirates and then a storm in these waters. I was the only one lucky enough to survive by clinging to a plank. I've been drifting