A black magic power began to rise from the Dead Man’s Ship. It was a show of anger. A being with weaker mental power would have been driven mad by the collection of evil that emanated from the ship. Even users, who were largely protected by DIO’s systems, would have felt extreme hatred and anger in the presence of such black magic.

“Foolish human.”

Though Merlin was a kilometer away, he could still hear the raspy voice clearly, like screeching metal. It wasn’t a spoken voice, but a voice conveyed through magic.

“Lich… right, the boss of Dead Man’s Land.”

For a moment, the overwhelmingly powerful voice, filled with murderous intent, threw Merlin off his guard. But, he soon snapped out of it and regained his confidence. Mages were known for their long-ranged attacks, but even they were restricted in how far their attacks could travel. Though one kilometer wasn’t a distance that would keep him absolutely safe, Merlin was confident that his water-attribute affinity and unencumbered movement in the medium...