The waves, brooding like a surge of mountains, smashed all the ships in the harbor into bits, and the sea monster's tentacles, each as colossal as Jormungandr itself, writhed across the surface in a frenzied dance, churning the ocean.
Dark clouds eclipsed the sun, bringing storm and rain, with lightning and thunder turning this hell into a land of perpetual daylight.
All who tried to approach the Sea God first faced the endless monster's tentacles, striking the sea madly, their lashings leaving shocking trench-like gorges, not sparing the Black Sails Alliance nor even their own men.
The violent thrashing, each impact resounding through heaven and earth, tore the coastline to shreds, turning it into a scarlet soup that, with the waves, spilled all blood and entrails back into the sea.
The East Sea.
