In the captain's quarters of the Golden Deer, Byron silently let go of Violet's hands, and the Spiritual Radiance that had merged between them separated again.
In just a short moment, he had seen everything she had seen in the shipwreck graveyard of their shared dream from her perspective.
He not only recognized the First-Rate Ship, the Blue Dragon King, which he had once served on. He also heard his father's hearty and affectionate voice once again.
"That's great. Not completely digested by that octopus yet. Truly wonderful."
Excitement mingled with a sense of relief.
Death hadn't dampened his father's spirit. Instead, he continued his vendetta against his old enemies, the York Family and the Church, giving them a thorough beating.
And consumed quite a bit of their Spirituality.
The news Violet brought back was a mixed bag.
