"Boom!"
The first shot of the battle was fired, and naturally, it was from the Ramachandra class battleship that had a superior range and firepower. The 180-kilogramme round burst into the air as if its weight was as light as a feather. It cut through the atmosphere at 450 metres per second, reaching its fastest speed of Mach 1.3 within an instant.
Looking at the one hundred and eighty kilogram metal explosives hurtling toward them at speeds faster than sound, a trace of helplessness crept onto the faces of the European sailors. It was the kind of helplessness born from the knowledge that there was nothing they could do to refuse the invitation of Yama rushing toward them. They were as powerless as a ship struck by lightning.
In the end, with nothing left but hope, they prayed fervently in their hearts, some tracing crosses, others gripping the railings or anything firmly bolted to the deck, clinging to it as if their lives depended on it, because it did.
"BOOOM!!!"
