The Wrecked Ship Shore is piled with the wreckage of countless vessels, resembling a giant's graveyard, where the jagged steel stands like the weathered and decayed bones.
Thunder wakes these slumbering specters, they dig open their tombstones and join the revelry, the ship lights ignite like stars, resembling a resurrected amusement park, the glow blurred by the rain is glaringly bright.
Klan stared angrily at Bologue after the storm, the bastard had just killed Jorm, intense grief and anger battered Klan's will, the fragmented corpse of Jorm appeared before her eyes, and tears flowed involuntarily from Klan.
Raindrops struck her face, washing away the tears, and swept away the wrath and sorrow, leaving only endless joy in Klan's heart.
The steel around began to tremble, and Klan, using the hand armor covering her left hand, drove her own secret energy, once again marshalling the vast school of steel fish.
Secret Energy·Iron Tide.
