Eliza was already on the ship.
The moment Darrell's ship began turning away from its original route, she had slipped out of the water and climbed up along the rear hull without making a sound.
Now she stood on the deck, invisible.
Her unique physique, [Ghost], allowed her to thin her presence until even her shadow disappeared.
She activated it, and her body faded completely from sight. Even the sound of her breathing vanished.
She moved quietly across the deck, stepping around sailors as if she were only air.
No one noticed when she stopped near the main hall.
Darrell and his assistant were still speaking.
"We go toward the hidden island," Darrell had said.
Eliza narrowed her eyes slightly. Hidden island?
She leaned closer, staying just outside Darrell's aura range.
The faint dragon pressure didn't affect her; her physique muted her presence almost completely.
"What are you planning there?" the assistant asked nervously.
"You'll see," Darrell replied coldly.
