That was clearly apparent by how weak the Dragons' attacks fared against the ships in the sky. Despite the aerial bombardment, the silver hulls held firm against the breaths and attacks of the winged beasts.
On top of that, John saw more ropes coming down from the unaffected ships, with fresh reinforcements of red-skinned giants heading toward the ground to reinforce their embattled kin.
John didn't linger any longer. Once he had collected enough rings, bracelets, and necklaces, he focused more on collecting the loot from the fallen winged commanders. He instantly turned around and ran. The moment he made his move, all of his friends followed suit, moving as a single cohesive unit.
Even Cissel and Elena jumped off the decks of the ships they had been terrorising, heading back toward the hill they had started from. The two kept spreading their deadly purple grenades nonstop, even during their hasty retreat, tossing them into open portholes and onto the black sails.
