Black Sail

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.

This largest and strongest abyss swallowed everything, leaving nothing but dregs, eating not only the flesh but the heart as well. Under the indifference and cruelty of this frozen sun, amid the hysterical frenzy like ants and rats at Heaven Port, even the purest of wills found it impossible to advance.

Doringger stood above the God, the Holy Spirit, with the bright red spell glowing fiercely on his left arm, one man controlling the entire Sea God.

The twelve Magic Ship Cannons transformed and expanded, each splitting into twelve... a terrifying weapon designed specifically to kill humans.

Driven by Doringger’s will,

these one hundred and forty-four machines of slaughter gathered silver-white specks of light, hundreds of Magic Energy Penetration Cannons indiscriminately strafing the whole Heaven Port.

They laid waste to everything in their path, unstoppable.