"I can't just let a supernatural tale wreak havoc on the ship."
Lin Yaqing's sword tip pointed directly at Angelina, demonstrating her resolve.
Angelina seemed to hear something funny, half-covering her face, her shoulders subtly trembling.
"Each and every one of you is like this. I'm tired of explaining anything."
Angelina thrust her lance into the ground, a pale purple light infusing down the complex floral patterns on the lance, enchanting white flowers blossomed around the lance tip, like seeds of the earth blooming into a sea of white flowers.
She twisted the lance handle, suddenly pulling it out from the ground, causing cracks to rapidly fracture. Purple magical energy erupted, blasting toward Lin Yaqing, the ground cracking open along the path, forming a dreadful chasm.
Lin Yaqing leapt into the air, peering down, seeing countless small dark purple eyes staring at her from the chasm, forming arcs.
