The ship, unlike NeverLight's, had the privilege of moving in all directions. Besides the crew, who acted as though they'd seen the most precious treasures of their lives and were eagerly on the verge of attacking, what truly stood out was the ship's aura.
Which was unfortunate, because subtlety clearly wasn't invited.
None of the lightning bolts was a challenge for them, due to the black crystal embedded on the ship, which seemingly absorbed every direct attack. But still, the storm didn't leave them unscathed.
The ship wasn't a threat. Neither were their spears nor blades. But they'd chosen the worst possible time, everyone was already busy. Their presence was a nuisance. An aggressively inconvenient one.
White trembled on her feet.
Jihriel, as the leader, his crew refused to see him sweat, merely issuing orders from time to time. The two most likely to take these pirates seriously? One was pumping out water, the other vomiting their guts out to stay alive.
