Chapter 176: An Unrevivable Soul
Ambrose had seen ghost ships before. He had just ridden one, in fact.
But a ghost ship that had gained sentience, standing before him as a powerful demigod? That left his jaw hanging open.
No wonder there were no other undead aboard. A self-aware, demigod ghost ship probably didn't appreciate others wandering in and out of her body.
Almost instinctively, Ambrose floated up into the air, no longer daring to keep his feet on the deck.
His small gesture drew a faint smile from Aige. Compared to the ignorant undead pirates under her command, Ambrose was far sharper and far more attentive. If they hadn't both been members of the Elegiac Society, she might have been tempted to recruit this lich into her own ranks.
After steadying himself, Ambrose continued, "A shipwright… a ghost ship… Captain Aige, your original body must have sunk in an accident, which is how you became what you are now. Did your creator die in that disaster?"
Aige nodded. "Yes. By the time I regained consciousness, only his bones remained."
She lifted a finger. The cabin doors creaked open, and a crystal coffin glowing with pale blue-white light floated out.
Ambrose peered inside. A tall elderly man lay within, his hair and beard completely white.