In the cold fog, the black sails stood proud.
Carol slipped on the red gloves, pulling the Black Death Doctor close to her chest and touching his head:
"My dear old darling, tell me, how should sister take revenge on the scum that dumped me into the sea?"
On "scum," she emphasized with force.
Carol still remembered those bright red flowers, the burning sensation as they grew upon her skin.
Because of that failure, she was unfortunately captured by the Blue Beast.
The reputation she had built over ten years as the Gunfire Queen was swept away in an instant.
That was the power of the Flower Witch, a Divine Skill nearly impossible to defend against unprepared.
"Sister..." the Black Death Doctor murmured emotionlessly:
"Carol, you're also over thirty, an old woman now."
"And you absolutely must not kill the Black Hunter, he is our important vessel, submissive to the Blue Beast, or you will not end well..."
Crack!
