When Kane's body fell, the sound was muffled.
The once tall and strong body seemed to have its bones instantly emptied, crashing heavily onto the ground.
From the broken neck cavity, a column of scalding blood struck the edge of the round table, splattering back onto the stone floor, quickly spreading into a scarlet carpet.
The intense smell of blood instantly overwhelmed the cloying fishy sweetness of the sea beast oil lamps.
The hall was deathly silent.
The head, said to be able to smash a mast, was so cleanly crushed.
It didn't even have time to let out half a complete scream.
Kane's eyes were still open, the bulging eyeballs hanging from the sockets, pupils already dilated, frozen with the last confusion and fear.
The remaining three moved almost instinctively.
Losa, Sanders, and Moro, the pirate leaders who usually wished to sink each other into the sea, displayed astonishing synergy at this moment.
