This is the last stand; lose, and we slumber forever in this silent sea; win, and we continue onward, exploring the boundaries of human cognition.
The Weapon Master paced across the shattered deck, armed with fixed cables to ensure steady progress over the furious sea waves, lest it fall into the abyss below.
Seawater kept surging up on the deck, carrying fragments of corpses, as if they were sailing through a sea of the dead.
Seeing this, Hebdo felt little stirrings of emotion, probably accustomed to such hellish scenery. Moreover, in the Viking legends, many viewed the Silent Sea as the Land of the Dead, which simply confirmed this notion.
The Sea Serpent began to move, bearing its massive wound towards the Morning Glow Advance. As it approached, the surrounding temperature noticeably changed; the icy sea breeze grew warm, as if gales of scorching wind were about to sweep here.
