Chapter 445. Orion Cube Fragments
Meanwhile, somewhere near Veins Peak Island...
"Damn it... They escaped again," a blonde-haired girl muttered through gritted teeth, riding her flying sword high above the waves. The sea wind whipped past her face, but she hardly noticed it— her focus remained fixed on the empty horizon. Her eyes scanned the vast ocean, but there was no trace of the Phantom Pirates.
Her grip tightened on her fist as she clenched her jaw in frustration. "They’re like ghosts..."
At the same time—miles away, aboard a different vessel sailing under a black flag—a loud crack echoed through the dimly lit cabin.
Smash!
A thick wooden table shattered into splinters as Masha, flushed from alcohol, slammed her fist down. Her long coat, marked with pirate symbols and battle scars, flared slightly with the movement. Her eyes, hazy from drink, locked onto the girl across the room who sat casually playing with a glowing cube, its edges humming with faint energy.
"Ughhh..." Masha groaned and slumped into her seat, massaging her temple. "Ask me why I broke the table."
"You broke it because the Phantom Pirates vanished again," the purple-haired girl said flatly, not even looking up from the cube. Her cowboy hat was tilted low over her face, and a single feather bobbed at the rim. "And now you’re out of leads. Again. Your clone couldn’t find them again. You also missed your potential Boyfriend you met at the Sea, Again."
"Exactly!" Masha growled, then let out a dramatic sigh. She tried to lift her legs and rest them on the table, only to realize— too late— that she had already reduced it to splinters. Her feet dropped awkwardly to the floor.
Isadora Nightkiss— the infamous Manhunter —clapped her hands once.
A moment later, several dazed pirates, all with dreamy pink eyes, shuffled into the room. Wordlessly, they laid down on top of one another, stacking their bodies like planks until they formed a makeshift table.