The treasure on the index finger flashed faintly. The Hand of Precision, formed by the entire right hand, began to transform, a cannon barrel appearing within it.
The muzzle aimed at the incoming cannonball.
A sphere of light coalesced and shot out.
It streaked with incredible speed in a straight line, accurately hitting the incoming seed cannonball.
Upon contact, it was clear the beam was composed of pure flame energy.
At the moment of impact, the sphere of light expanded. An explosion followed, and the seed, trailing gray-black smoke, plunged into the sea.
The Sound of Dawn had also been enveloped by a faint magic film.
"The enemy's ranged attacks have a greater reach than ours," Jason observed.
However, it was apparently only the Flower Cannon on the bow.
At this moment, that Flower Cannon seemed to be preparing a second attack.
Yet, even as it did so, the dilapidated ship didn't stop, continuing its course towards them.
