The green light behind her grew brighter and brighter. Marion turned her head to look, and sure enough, the Ghost Ship had appeared not far away once again.
It seemed that simply retreating was not going to work!
The pounding against the portholes grew louder. In Marion’s eyes, the light inside had vanished, and the fog made visibility increasingly blurry. The messy handprints on the glass conveyed Arman's absolute terror.
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