At night, with no light pollution at sea and the sea breeze clearing the air, not a single cloud drifted across the heavens. The black vault above was studded with diamond-like stars.
Suspended like a searchlight in the center of the sky, Earth's largest orb, the moon, bathed the ocean in silvery light, illuminating everything upon the waves—including the Narwhal.
And the mass of black-robed followers on deck, as well as the terror etched onto the faces of those pirates trembling and surrounded at the center.
"Fellow believers in Futan! Just yesterday, the Great Power delivered an oracle to me!"
Anna, clad in a blood-red cloak, stood at the prow and raised a golden dagger high above the crowd of followers on deck.
Because her sleeve fell back as she lifted her arm, the corrupted green wound on her right arm was exposed to all.
