The pirate, whose body had been halved by Alka, and whose power was at the Fourth Stage, opened his mouth and stuttered something.
"No matter who you are, you dare to capture my kin. You will suffer the deepest death and darkness, damned intruder."
The words were filled with anger, but the voice came from a corpse, making the speech seem very calm, almost mechanical.
Seeing the corpses climbing up again, Chadite waved his hand, and a pure white light swept past.
The risen corpses fell back down.
But this time, the gathered abyssal aura became a shadow.
Pure abyssal aura.
The shadow opened like a ghost, staring at them.
Yet, his attention wasn't on Alka, but on Pororo and Matilda.
"Oh, let me see who has come. My cowardly father's messenger?
A Storm Champion Warrior, a Sea Tide Saintess."
