The smell of blood in this place could only be coming from their ship. Except for them, there were no other living beings around. The undead didn't bleed. So much time had passed that not even a decomposed corpse remained here.
The already impatient group grew even more anxious. This was a very bad omen.
Alka directly controlled the Mirror, once again taking out the lantern. Their light combined and condensed into a beam that shot into the distance, striking the Sea Fist docked at the port.
The position of the Sea Fist had clearly shifted somewhat from where they had left it. What made them most anxious were the nearby wooden planks, which had previously been there. The sailboats not far from them, once floating on the sea, were now sinking towards the seabed, only their tattered sterns visible.
As the light shone, the color of the seawater around the Sea Fist looked peculiar; it no longer seemed to be the usual pitch-black hue.
