Witnessing the movements of those three colossal silhouettes, the reaction was immediate, as shock rippled across the Abyssal Plains, and countless ships instinctively pulled back, formations breaking as if a storm had struck.
"W-who are they!"
"Are they insane?!"
"Who dares—?!"
Cries of alarm sounded throughout the sky, but the moment the banners unfurled atop those three approaching flagships, every voice died in the throat, and silence reigned.
Each vessel was monstrous in its own right, imposing enough to rival the Duke's vessels.
The first was a towering obsidian citadel-ship, its hull layered with ancient scales, rivers of molten crimson flowing through engraved channels. At its peak, a banner flew depicting a crowned abyssal beast devouring a star.
