That serpent, dazzlingly colorful and almost demonic, slowly emerged from the overhead rock layers, gradually descending toward the British Island engulfed by the raging storm.
Bandage didn't know what this was, but with a colossal body spanning hundreds of kilometers and resembling two islands, this entity wasn't here for good.
"Thump, thump." The unusual commotion behind made Bandage quickly turn around, and the sailors, who should have been on the deck, were nowhere to be seen. In their place were infants.
Wrapped in navy clothes, these infants weren't fully formed, with their crimson bodies appearing deprived of skin, and facial organs not yet fully developed.
Their blood-red tears flowed from eyes devoid of eyelids, and their gaping, cracked mouths screamed voicelessly, emitting a ghostly wailing sound.
Suddenly, the cabin door swung open, and several white-haired elders tumbled out. Judging by their clothes, they were clearly the chefs and assistant chefs from the kitchen.
