The crane slowly moved, lifting the barrel of Ascalon and barely managing to turn it to a suitable position, finally resting on the chamber, turning Ascalon into a fixed cannon. As for how many more times it could fire, no one knew.
The firing times of this giant cannon had already far exceeded design expectations, and no one was sure when it would reach its operational lifespan.
After the deafening cannon blast, half-melted metal carried scorching heat and consumed the Horned Whale. The entire sea surface rose with blazing steam, and the rust-covered ship's body turned red in an instant, along with the internal flesh turning to ash.
The wind carried faint roars, as if the Horned Whale was wailing.
