The decrepit sunken ship on the ocean floor was still speeding ahead. The Ghost standing on the high deck, brandishing a long knife, laughed eerily in the water.
"Brothers, put your backs into it! I see a dozen or so Flames of Life burning. We were barely granted permission to come out this one time. Let's go by the old rules, the fairest of all: those who died earliest go first, taking turns. Catch these humans as substitutes, one for each of us, taking turns to liberate ourselves!"
A group of Ghosts, weapons in hand, cheered in unison.
Just then, a cautious Ghost spoke up.
"But Boss, didn't the Awakened One want us to catch some thief this time?"
