The storm swept up the icy seawater, flinging it high into the heavens, then crashing down with a splash, beating upon the fire that refused to be extinguished.
The Iron Armor ship began its descent, as the rolling waves incessantly harassed it. Yet, even so, its sinking was incredibly slow... But it was indeed sinking, the seawater inundated the ship's hold, rushing through the corridors, like an elderly man succumbing to a slow death. The Iron Armor ship was stepping towards its demise, powerless to stop it.
The sea roared, pirates who fell into the water wailed, but after another surge, they vanished, while some struggled in the boiling sea of flames, their voices gradually fading.
Such brutal scenes continued to unfold, but there was no time to lament, the naval battle raged on.
The Black Angel, propelled by burning Lacquered Antimony, leaped into the sky. The dreadful weather aided its lingering in the air as its wings unfurled, circling the battlefield like a vulture.
