"Boom!!" An artillery shell exploded at the stern of the Unicorne. The entire ship's bow was lifted high, and everyone on deck was sent flying, including Margaret and Charles.
Midair, with no leverage, it was an excellent opportunity for a surprise attack, and Charles wouldn't miss it.
A sharp Black Thorn, thirty centimeters long, suddenly appeared from midair and stabbed towards the gap under Margaret's third rib—closest to the heart. If it struck true, Margaret would be killed with one blow.
As a trophy from the Earth's surface, the Black Thorn was exceptionally sharp. Charles had tested it; it was enough to penetrate his own enhanced skin.
"Sssss!" With a sound like nails on a chalkboard, Charles's weapon couldn't pierce even half a centimeter further.
The air around Margaret seemed to solidify into a wall, hindering Charles's approach.
It was clear that Margaret had prepared well for this ambush, even her defenses were ready.
