"Bang!"
The calm sea surface splashed as several Ghost Cry Fish shot out of the water like arrows. Ronan pointed, and an invisible wave emanated from his fingertip.
A chilling icy blue stream surged rapidly through the air in front of him, freezing the Ghost Cry Fish completely before they could make any move.
Immediately, a cluster of titanium flew out from beneath Ronan's magic robe, forming into a slender, golden scalpel shape in the void, precisely and swiftly dissecting the bodies of several Ghost Cry Fish.
As the fish bodies were dissected, amidst a mass of viscera resembling dirty, tangled hair, Ronan finally found what he was looking for.
"Pop—"
A few fist-sized black objects flew out of the Ghost Cry Fish's bodies, quickly landing into Ronan's hands.
Ronan carefully examined the snail-like objects in his hand.
