With that, Callum looked out into the Deep Sea through the Command Room's enormous curved porthole.
He was the captain of this ship, and he was ready to sink into the Abyssal Sea with his vessel.
Bang!
A Blood Vampire happened to lunge up, its gaping mouth full of fangs as it snarled at the Mechanical Clerics inside.
Its long hair rippled in the seawater like aquatic weeds, making it look even larger.
All six of its arms slammed into the glass together, and the thick steel rivets on the outside of the porthole gave a teeth-grating squeal.
A shadow passed through Callum's eyes.
These Blood Vampires were truly troublesome opponents.
Their flesh was not particularly tough, but their regenerative abilities were extremely powerful. Even torn in half, they could recover quickly as long as there was flesh for them to devour.
But their most troublesome trait was still their ability to devour.
They seemed able to eat anything. They had torn apart and swallowed the ship's steel armor bite by bite.
They could also stir the desires in people's hearts.
Wherever there was flesh and blood, there was desire.
Machine Priests merely had more steel in their bodies. Beyond that hard steel, their flesh was as fragile as anyone else's.
He stared into the eyes of the Blood Vampire on the porthole.
[You are afraid, Callum.]
The voice rose from the depths of his heart, a cold mechanical voice that was, in fact, his own.
"I am not afraid. I have long been ready to face death."
[No, it is not death itself you fear. You fear vanishing without purpose. You do not want to become a forgotten bolt and die an unremarkable death.]
*[You should not die here. Your battlefield lies elsewhere, where there are glorious battles, where