After taking the iron cigarette case and phasing through the wall to leave the warehouse she was hiding in,
Next, she began counting down in her mind: "Three seconds... two... one..."
Before the thought fully settled, a loud crash echoed in Sharon's ears—it seemed like a terrifying tornado had made landfall at the distant dock.
With her left hand holding the iron cigarette case, her nails suddenly lengthened and sharpened, piercing the "Spiritual Wall." She completely destroyed this invisible "isolation" with a spiritually charged attack originating from her Specter form.
A sudden gust of wind scattered in all directions. Sharon abruptly felt her spiritual body strengthen inexplicably, a power originating from the item inside the iron cigarette case.
She was not swayed by curiosity, having long grown accustomed to suppressing such emotions, and continued her rapid approach towards the lighthouse.
Throughout the whole process, she maintained an irregular trajectory, sometimes swerving left-forward, sometimes floating right-upwards, and sometimes using a "Mirror Leap" to jump to another path before continuing her convergence on the target.
This made her look as though she was dodging an invisible and terrifying enemy, but Sharon knew very well that nothing was chasing her, nor was any attack locked onto her from afar.
She felt she was merely acting out a monologue with an apparent opponent.
However, she did not question it, did not waste time observing and waiting. She pretended the surrounding air was "Mute" Mahms and the Loen military demigod, doing her utmost to weave and dodge between them.
After flying like this for a while, a streak of crimson light reflected in Sharon's blue eyes, which had been fixed on the sky.
It flew to a high altitude and suddenly exploded, transforming into a beautiful plume of smoke interwoven with red, orange, and yellow.
Sharon immediately averted her gaze. While using her Specter's nails to outburst spirituality and reshape the "Wall", she leaped towards
At intervals along that path lay broken mirrors. Sharon's figure, wearing a small soft hat and a black dress, kept flashing on them, soon distinctly appearing in Maric's brown eyes.
She then lightly stepped forward. The iron cigarette case in her hand was already covered by a new "Spiritual Wall."
Maric and Sharon did not speak or exchange glances, as if being chased by a transparent, invisible monster, not daring to stop for even a moment.
Honestly, they roughly understood the effect of their individual actions. After all, Sherlock Moriarty had once demonstrated using a copper whistle to attract living corpses and shadows, and the two were very familiar with Sharon's "Mirror Leap". However, they could not imagine how the overall plan would unfold, how that detective with many secrets intended to steal the Mummy of Tutansis II under the watch of several demigods. It wasn't as if the mummy could just run away on its own—the demigods would certainly stop and chase it.
Just at that moment, they saw a figure instantly take shape ahead.
He wore a black formal suit, a half-top hat, a grey iron mask covered his face, and in his hands he held a lump of dark red mud and a book with a dark brown cover. It was Sherlock Moriarty.
Maric immediately slowed his pace, allowing the other to smear the mud onto the book's cover, tuck it inside his clothes, and then grab his shoulder. He looked around but did not find the presence of the Mummy of Tutansis II.
So it failed in the end... Already mentally prepared, he sighed as he watched himself, Sharon, and Sherlock Moriarty simultaneously fade into transparency and vanish.
In the area where the several demigods were fighting, when the grey-masked man teleported away while bowing, the golden-eyed Loen military demigod suddenly had a bad spiritual premonition. He felt things had veered towards an unpredictable bad ending.
Stop him! Although he didn't know exactly what he did, he had to stop him! Similar thoughts instantly surged. This golden-eyed demigod immediately prepared to activate the ring on his finger, using "Travel" against "Travel", using "Teleportation" to chase "Teleportation".
However, in this brief interval, he found himself unable to lock onto the mysterious visitor's scent. In other words, the other party had either set up demigod-level interference or had "Teleported" to a very, very distant place. Either possibility meant that the pursuit would easily encounter failure.
More importantly, if he left, it would mean leaving the lady in the evening dress alone with "Mute" Mahms and another Rose School demigod. This was a very dangerous situation, after all, the mysticism in the current area had not yet fallen to a level where it could be completely suppressed by mundane firearms.
Besides, no losses had appeared yet, the mummy was still there. That man just took some spiritually rich mud... The golden-eyed demigod's gaze swept over the Mummy of Tutansis II standing "blankly" in place, and he refocused his attention on Mahms.
Suddenly, in the spiritual senses of the four demigods, the mummy wrapped in yellowish-brown bandages soaked in dark red liquid disappeared. It was gone!