"Bang! Crunch..."
The crisp sound of metal striking a skull, almost simultaneously with the sound of an eggshell cracking.
Blood gushed forth, dispersing the viscous brain fluid.
The anchor, sullied with more scarlet blood stains, appearing both messy and cruel, was slowly lifted from the ground by the wide hand of a fishman.
Exposing the gruesome headless corpse beneath.
Iron Grid, fallen.
Right nearby, members of the "Furious Tide Battle Gang" witnessed their captain's entire death sequence.
They certainly attempted to offer support.
In fact, the one closest to Iron Grid, or rather to Iron Grid's corpse, was already near the Shark Beast.
But everything happened too quickly.
Even before the longsword in his hand could descend, the blood splattered from his captain's skull had already landed on his face.
A casual swing of the arm sent the nearest adventurer flying.
