The gray and black ghostly fog of the undead gradually spread, completely obscuring the ghost fleet, blocking all curious gazes from the outside world.
"Captain Barbosa, have you got any shame?" Muria held the Prison Suppression Halberd in her hand, a twitch at the corner of her mouth, staring at the Great Lich in front of her wearing a tri-corner captain's hat, "I haven't even reached the legendary level yet, and you'd lay your hands on me? Have you got no shame?"
"No problem, you weren't a legend before, but now you are." Barbosa's crystal clear skeletal hand opened, pulling out what looked like a rather funny clown mask and threw it at Muria.
"What is this?" Muria caught the clown mask, flipping it over and examining it curiously, she asked with a furrowed brow.
"The Clown King's Mask." Barbossa pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist, "Put it on, and you can disguise yourself as a legend, releasing the legendary level of Dragon Prestige!"
