CH7

“Dang it!” Rose shouted, distressed “Furi! Hold my arm!”

Furi stood frozen, eyes widen as the shimmering mana shield flickers, barely holding up

“Fuck!” Rose exclaims.

In a blink, Rose grabs Furi by shirt collar, and dashes to a nearby ship, this one looks intact, for now

“Arghh” Rose cough, blood flew out, staining the ship’s deck in red.

“Hey, are you there?” Rose shakes Furi, and knocks her back to senses

“Ye…yes” Furi blinked, conscience crash back into her

CRACK!

The shield of the previous ship has finally given up. Fireballs began to smash the ship’s deck; explosions started to litter. A man was blown away, a piece of steel flew out of his hand

“No! No!” He said, getting on his feet, eyes fill with panic

“Stop! You’re going to die” said another man, holding him back.

“What are you saying!” The man barks back “That’s my family!”

He breaks free from his restraints and dashes for his memorial. He smiles, the biggest of his life

A fireball pierce through the gaping hole in the shield.

BOOM!

The man is gone, only his bloodied arm holding the amulet. A grim sight for any

“Eeeeeeeek!!” The female soldier let out a scream, a cry for help, a beg for mercy. Where there is none

BANG!

The ship behind them explodes. Smokes fly high. Wood and metal are launched all around. Bodies vaporize; lives disintegrate.

Suddenly, a hand rises above the water

“Huff Huff” He looks around “Yes! I’m still her-”

SLICE!

His head flew off; a piece of steel served it clean. Like a leaf in the fall.

Another explosion. Another death. Another explosion. Another death.

Back to Furi and Rose

“Hey!” A voice shouted from the wheelhouse of the ship

“Aren’t you’re supposed to be on transport? This is the NRS Mono”

“Our ship is gone! What do you want us to do?” Rose yelled back

“If you’re going to come here then help us!” The voice replied.

Rose turns to Furi “Furi! Can you take some out?”

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Furi stood there, her eyes locked on the burning wrecks, the fading screams, and the black cloud made from scourges and smoke

“Yes! I’ll try” Furi yelled back

Magic circles flared behind her, they multiply, never seeming to stop, till they fill the sky.

“Hey! Aren’t you going too far? How much mana do you have?” Rose shouted in concern

Furi determined with this action, yells back “I’ll do what I can!” blood pouring out of her mouth, skin paled. her mana is depleting

“Arghhhhhh!” Furi cries out, a storm of inferno launches back at the scourges. Sweeping through the sky like tidal waves. This flame will not fade, this flame will protect

More magic circles flaired, more and more, it seems like there was no limit. As she is concerned, no amount is enough

Scourge bodies fall, like dry leaves in the autumn breeze. Their charred bodies sink into the water, serving their purpose.

Heads turn to look up to sight. A miracle was happening; their cries and prayers were heard. Even the guns stopped, harden by war or not.

“Hey! Support her!” Rose shouted

The guns sung again. A show of determination.

“Guess that as far as I can go-” Furi uttered covered in blood, collapsing into the pool of her own blood, as more pour out from her body.

Rose ran toward to her “Dang it! I told you not to overexert!” Rose said, carry her to the wheelhouse’s walls

“You should be thankful that I decide to grab a mana potion today!” Fishing a blue vial from her pockets. Uncorking with one hand. Gently pouring the shimmering liquid into Furi’s mouth

Rose turns to look at the once dark cloud blocking the sun. It seems the rays of hope have brightened the deck once more. A few scourges are left, the ships’ guns tearing them apart.

“Damn, that’s impressive” Rose said to the unconscious Furi

“Hey! How’s Furi doing?” A worried Mark rushes from the rear deck, Paul following closely behind

“She depleted her mana” Rose explains “Why are you on this ship?”

“What do you think?” Paul replied, shrugging his shoulder

Rose turns to look around in the water.

A graveyard, the sea filled with shredded steel, burning timber, and bleeding gore. Smoke plumes from each wreckage. Only a handful of transport is still afloat. Barely

Death is all around, undeniable

“Hey! are you captain mark?” A voice called out from inside the wheelhouse

“Yes!” Mark replied

“Come inside, this is Captain Yama”

“You look after her here” Mark said to Rose, pointing at Furi “You too, Paul”

“Got it” They both said

Mark enters the wheelhouse, while others are in alert, running from where to where. Trying to assess the damage. A figure stands tired by the table, where a glass orb is placed

The figure let out a sign, place his hands on the table, and uttered

“What do you think, we should do?” The figure asks, not turning, his voice hallowed

“Well, it’s obvious” Mark replied, knowing Yama knew the answer.

“Retreat?” Yama said, He looks up

“What do you mean retreat?” A voice pierce from the glass orb, familiar, but something isn’t right

“I salute the General” Mark hastily said “At ease, Captain Mark” Zinovia responded, her voice came through the glass orb. “But there will be no retreat”

Mark’s heart sank, like Yama before him. Glancing at Yama. They were really on a sail to death, and they both knew it.

“But madam general” Mark tries to argue “more than half of our force are wrecked, our ships-”

“Didn’t you hear what I said?” Zinovia stroked back, her voice from encouraging, now a soulless cold “You think, you all could come back, achieve nothing and put shame on my name?”

The room fell silent. Only the orb’s quiet hum remained,

“Anything else?” Zinovia said, tired of such cowardly soldiers, ready to leave

“No, madam” Mark said, the orb’s hum left soon after the soldier’s word.

Mark gritted his teeth, clenching his fist. Smashing the table. Breaking it and the glass orb.

“These fucking shits” Mark cries out “They think so highly of themselves. Up in that highchair”

“So, what’s the plan” Yama said, interrupting Mark’s rage

“Should we go to Aquaria? I have known some-”

“No” Mark interrupts “They need the NRS Dunkirk right?”

“Yes, So?” Yama said, confused

“If we continue the attack, The Dunkirk will sink, and Zinovia will take the blame” Mark replied “They cannot let the Dunkirk sink”

Yama hearing this, is taken a back “What about us?”

“Die either way, let’s make it HURT” Mark replied, his mind has seemingly fall to insanity. “These fuckers don’t care about us anywhere, So Let’s make them care”

Yama equally hopeless only uttered, the right answer in his mind. The only way to not be a worthless corpse in the vast seas. The only one with any sense.

“Yes”

“You know healing magic?” Rose asked Paul, who is performing healing

“Yes, but it’s not as good as Julia’s” Paul answered.

The wheelhouse violently swings open. Anyone can feel the insanity pouring from the once calm room.

“We’re going forward” Mark said