"This is why I hate the oceans!"
"Bloody hell mate"
"Let the others know we are running into a storm"
"Secure the cargo, I don't want anything to happen to the cargo"
The Core Formation guards on the upper deck talked to each other while staring at the brewing storm on the horizon. Among the six guards on the upper deck, two were standing on the ship's front, one was standing on the crow's nest, one on each side of the ship tending the sail masts, the sixth one was the guy steering the rudder. Luckily they were all staring at the storm as none kept an eye on the rudder steering guard.
Unfortunately, the source point of the formation on the rudder stage was beside the rudder steering guard. Even if she fired an ice arrow, the noise would alert the guard.
"Full Lucifer mode" the moment he ordered the system, his eyes began to shine in crimson red while the cloud of darkness, a cloud of black smoke enveloped Michael around.
