Chapter 418. Confrontation Between Phantoms
Just like the ’fake’ Phantom Pirates who caused a stir with their theatrical arrival, the appearance of the so-called ’real’ Phantom Pirates stirred another wave of attention among the immortal practitioners in Veins Peak.
A ghostly ship—blackened wood creaking with each wave, its sails tattered and marked with ominous sigils—emerged from the morning fog. Its arrival was eerie but unmistakable, moving like a shadow cast by something far darker. The ship bore a Jolly Roger not easily forgotten: a skull bleeding crimson tears.
Gasps rose from the portside crowd.
"Is that Shadow Pearl?..."
"No, It’s them. The real Phantom Pirates."
The ghost-ship docked with slow, deliberate motion, drawing closer like a beast stalking its prey. A cloaked figure standing at the prow tossed a small leather pouch toward one of the dock attendants. The pouch hit the ground with a soft thud, revealing its contents—stacks of Lydia notes.
The man who threw the pouch stepped down from the ship, removing his hood to reveal long, pointed ears and ashen skin. His eyes gleamed like embers—cold, intelligent, and deadly.
The dark elf Captain
And not just him. Behind him marched his crew—dozens of dark elves with blood-red eyes, each shrouded in black cloaks or tattered battle garb. One, however, stood out starkly among them. A female dark elf with provocative armor barely covering her voluptuous figure walked with seductive confidence. She held a leash attached to a middle-aged woman crawling on all fours—naked, bruised, and blank-eyed like a broken pet.
The dock attendant flinched. He turned to his colleague, sending a sound transmission:
"Should we charge them dock fees for the other Phantom Pirates who didn’t pay?"