Besieged

In any case, Mordret could not eradicate them without resorting to extreme measures that would not only put him at great risk, but also result in dire losses among his vessels. 

And it was not time yet for that. 

So, eventually, he chose to retreat. 

Watching the grotesque leviathans resurface and swim away, Morgan exhaled tiredly and leaned on her sword. 

They had not won, exactly… but had not lost, either. 

It was a reason to celebrate, and yet she was not in a festive mood.

She knew that this first battle was merely the beginning. 

The battle for Bastion had not ended, it was just starting… of course, its nature would change after tonight's bloodshed. 

It would become a war of attrition. 

…And it had.