Thunder boomed, a chaotic dance of light and shadow.
In a mere ten minutes, one of the three Awakened who had invaded the *Grand Fortune* was dead, and another was grievously wounded.
The only Awakened left at full fighting strength glanced at his companion's body floating on the sea, then at his other comrade, who was severely wounded and struggling to dodge. He knew it was time to retreat.
The three of them were a perfectly coordinated team. Together, they had fought A-rank sea beasts and hunted A-rank Awakened. They had even held their own in friendly spars with S-rank Awakened from the Lighthouse, never once at a disadvantage. They had even infiltrated the King-level Wandering Ship, the *Fire Seed*, assassinated a high-ranking official within, and retreated unscathed.
This had always made them extremely confident.
Who would have thought they'd now be facing complete annihilation!
Before undertaking the mission, they had assessed the risk as medium.
