When only three cue-ball ships remained on the sea, everyone noticed that the cue's behavior had changed.
Fat Goose stood on the deck, staring in wonder at the dark cloud cue that gently nudged a ship forward. "What's going on?"
Maple Syrup swept her eyes across the water. "That was the last even-numbered cue-ball ship."
Only Ships 1, 7, and 16 were left.
Just as all the apprentices thought the white cloud cue would target an odd-numbered cue-ball ship next, the dark cloud cue didn't vanish. The cloud silhouette behind the waterfall watched a plain ship slide helplessly toward the hole.
That ordinary vessel had no skills that could change its fate. It was struck and pocketed without resistance.
The cloud figure raised its right hand in a casual wave, then once again leveled the dark cloud cue at the last odd-numbered cue-ball ship.
Fat Goose muttered dryly, "So… the white cloud cue really is on our side?"
