The swaying deck did not hinder the swordsman's movements in the slightest. The golden runes on the surface of Mountain's Embrace lit up one after another against the shadows. Those ancient dwarven runes flowed slowly along the contours of his breastplate and pauldrons, giving off a steady, warm glow.
Renato's feet remained firmly planted on the slippery planks as though rooted there. Each tilt of the ship merely made him adjust the bend of his knees slightly, without shifting him an inch.
And if this was the strongest spell the Sahuagin Priestess could cast, it would have no effect on the outcome of the battle.
The reason was simple: the Hispaniola was a bona fide magic ship. Its hull and keel had been repeatedly enchanted and reinforced by more than a dozen mages. Besides strengthening its structure, they had added numerous features unimaginable on an ordinary sailing ship.
When Renato toured the ship a few days earlier, Captain De Leon had explained that the Hispaniola could not only hold its position in a storm using its magic anchor, but also had multiple safeguards, including automatic righting and automatic drainage and leveling of its compartments.
Beyond De Leon's superb seamanship, the Hispaniola's superior performance was another key reason he had been able to cross the Storm Sea so many times.
Thus, whether they tried to gouge through its bottom or capsize it with waves, the Sahuagin's attacks against the Hispaniola itself were doomed to fail.
After all, according to De Leon, even an enormous sea dragon had once failed to damage the Hispaniola's main structure, let alone these poorly equipped merfolk.
"Follow me!"
The instant the deck righted itself, Captain De Leon, clad in half plate, leaped down from the poop deck at the stern, taking the lead.
His boots struck