Within a deep, dark room where countless treasures were stored aboard the ship of the Fourteenth Fleet, something stirred within the darkness.
A deep black cloak suddenly rose from a nearby table, floating within the dark room, its edges fluttering despite there being no wind.
It floated in circles as if scanning the entire room at once before rubbing its edges together like some greedy merchant rubbing his hands.
It was a habit it had picked up from its mean master.
It was slightly angry at how its master had assigned such a difficult task upon its delicate and beautiful self.
But at the same time, all of that anger vanished the moment it saw all kinds of treasures lying around it.
How could it even stay angry with all these treasures lying around without any owners?
Its edges spread wide as it floated around the room, devouring every single treasure, herb and potion within the treasury.
