The deck of the escort ship was a blur of flesh and blood, mixed with plenty of dull, dark sand that had already lost its fresh red sheen.
Seeing the reinforcements from the Black Sail crew arrive, roughly twenty people boarded the deck, Gawain and Weber were also distinctly among them.
Captain Sky Peak was nearly exhausted, merely forcing himself to stand his ground against the monster.
His expression was somewhat fierce, with injuries from bone spurs and cuts from the high-pressure abrasive quicksand, and his backbone team also felt that the situation was dire—a monster already weary from battle, and how could the Black Sail be easy to deal with?
Necromancers, disfigured faces, Merfolk, Black Lizards...
With these people here, how could they be held off?
"Haywood, get up."
Wolman was profoundly shocked, it was over, they had won lying down.
"Not just standing up, but he went to the heavens, damn."
