"Now?"
Fisher glanced at the still very hazy moonlight outside and asked Moli.
"Mm..."
Moli nodded, extending her hand, revealing pale skin covered with complex and eerie patterns. The marks were laden with the pitch-black power of a curse. At this moment, her curse had grown so strong that merely touching objects on the boat could erode them.
"My curse has grown so strong that I can no longer control it. If I continue living on shore, accidents are likely to happen. Fragrance Soul and Mother have sensed my condition; they want me to return to the Sea Trench and rest for a while. I also want to tell them about things on shore... Moreover, in my current state, even if I wanted to follow Fisher, I'm afraid I wouldn't be of much help."
