Milady was now gliding inches above the waves, staying close to the Night Castle. She was struggling to maintain maximum speed to avoid being left behind.
This series of maneuvers—leaping, deactivating her board, falling toward the sea, and then hastily hovering again just before hitting the water—was clean and swift. Her reflexes were so sharp even she couldn't believe it. Now, her whole body trembled so violently it felt like the next gust of wind would blow her far out to sea.
Up ahead on the deck, Dao Mingke, having missed his shot, had already retracted the Whale-piercing Chain Cannon. As the steel fork that had plunged into the sea broke through the surface again, Milady leaped upward several times, finally grabbing hold of the ship's side rail. She half-climbed, half-tumbled back onto the side deck.
The side deck of the Night Castle was like a walkway. To Milady's left were the cabins, to her right was the sea, and blocking her path ahead was a tall, imposing figure.
