However, at this moment, no one on the entire battlefield could spare any attention for what had become of the Twins of Light and Darkness, those who were not good enough to succeed but more than capable of making a mess.
WHOOO...
As hundreds of Ghost Battleships, swallowed by the "Touch of the Kraken," returned to the real world, the sea area was suddenly filled with ghastly lights and howling cold winds.
Between the tall masts, tattered bloodstained sails flapped loudly in the storm.
On the deck, skeletons, corpses, and ghosts aimlessly wandered about, swords and knives in hand.
There was a sailor who carelessly dropped his eye on the deck, but did not forget to pick it up and stuff it back into his socket, turning the eye that had been placed upside down and continuing his patrol, unconcerned whether he was seeing the deck or his own skull cavity.
