Chapter 344.2
Isaac took a moment to reflect on the image he’d just witnessed.
‘A twelve-faced monk… if that’s the Archangel I think it is, then it must be The Dead December. He won’t show up here in person, then.’
The Dead December, like the other Archangels of the Immortal Order and the Immortal Emperor, was bound to a physical form. Unlike the others, though, he had entombed himself deep within a burial ground, lost in a state of meditation. He was known to respond to prayers by bestowing blessings and miracles, instead of appearing directly to his followers.
While Isaac was somewhat relieved that no Archangel was physically present, it also meant Horace possessed a powerful artifact or miracle potent enough to invoke the Archangel’s strength.
There was no doubt that the enormous whirlpool was the work of The Dead December.
The catastrophe was ruthless yet fair, sparing no one. Ghost ships unlucky enough to be near the maw of the vortex were the first to be sucked in. Though built to withstand the ocean depths, the ships were torn apart the moment they touched the swirling waters, pulverized like they’d been fed into a grinder.
“…”
Isaac, who had briefly considered escaping by clinging to Horace’s ghost ship, quickly abandoned that plan. Doing so would leave Eidan’s ship without any means of escape.
Eidan, having shaken off the White Eagle warship, was now struggling desperately to steer his ship away from the whirlpool. Isaac couldn’t help but feel a bit of admiration as he watched.