Bloody Hand to Hand

The Margraves had boarded the attacked Zanzan ship with gleaming eyes and bloodthirsty smiles, intending to wreak horror for the many events of the past few hours.

They wanted to kill these legionaries for all the pain they had caused till now.

And their hatred seemed to be so high that these daredevils did not seem to even have any concerns about the fact that the 'ground' they had voluntarily stepped into was sinking and at that, sinking fast.

I mean, they could literally feel the ship beginning to tilt at a clearly noticeable speed and see the terrifying cracks along its surface spreading like cobwebs.

And from right below these cracks one could hear the loud gushing of seawater filling the hull at immense speeds, mingled with the howling echo and pained moans of the ship's rowers, who were desperately trying to get out of this watery grave by whatever means necessary