The fourth day on the sea was not as calm as the ones earlier.
They were welcomed at dawn by the violent movement of a strange swarm rising from the water, dozens of entities clawing their way toward the deck, each of them trying to come aboard.
Their bodies resembled amphibians. Thick, slimy flesh covered in warts. Humanoid in shape, long arms ending in webbed claws. Their mouths split too wide across their faces, revealing rows of blunt, grinding teeth.
They were resistant to magic.
The best course of action to kill them was physical force.
Steel.
Blunt trauma.
Decapitation.
Damon cleaned his sword as the last of them were tossed overboard. The corpses hit the water with heavy splashes, sinking into the deep blue below.
Blood slicked the ship.
It pooled between the planks, mixed with seawater, and ran in thin streams toward the scuppers.
Damon's face was splattered red. His expression was cold.
"How do they keep getting through the barrier?"
