The ship broke in two.
The front half reared toward the sky, while the rear sank toward the seabed, like a dagger snapped by a giant, its two broken blades falling in different directions.
When the black pillar of dust shot into the sky, some crew members happened to be standing in its path. In an instant, their bodies seemed to have been fed into an invisible millstone. Skin, muscle, bone—layer by layer, they crumbled, peeled away, and vanished. Not even blood had time to spray before they disappeared as though they had never existed.
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More people slipped into the Blood Sea as the ship capsized. Some clung to railings, some embraced floating debris, and some flailed their arms futilely through the air, trying to grab anything they could. But the seawater showed no mercy. It surged up and swallowed them one by one.
Frost reacted quickly. The instant the ship tilted, he grabbed the guardrail with one hand and clenched the already chipped alchemical dagger in the other. The bow rose high into the air, leaving him dangling above the churning Blood Sea.
The wind howled past him, carrying the sweet stench of blood and a terror that made his spine instinctively want to curl up.
The serpent monsters around him had stopped attacking. From the moment that colossal thing beneath the sea began to move, they had ceased charging, ceased hissing, ceased every behavior expected of predators.
They swam desperately into the distance, fleeing in any direction that could take them away from this place. It was the uncontrollable rout of creatures at the bottom of the food chain before the predator at its very peak.
The bow continued rising. Frost's body swung through the air, and then he saw it: the shadow beneath the