CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!...
The intense clangor of forging echoed throughout Black Tide Town, forcefully drowning out the thunder rolling in the skies above.
More than a dozen phantom silhouettes, barely discernible to the naked eye, flickered ceaselessly on the battlefield in the heart of the small town.
Sparks flew, bricks shattered, and nearby structures like the bell tower, divine statues, and houses ablaze with fire collapsed inexplicably with a thunderous crash.
On the small square, after Yemengade redeployed a large number of elites to reinforce Dagon of the [Abyssal Horror], the already weakened Deep Sea Clan had been nearly wiped out.
Only Byron led a group of [The King's Right Hand] in a joint hunt for the Divine Son.
BOOM!
Frey, the Divine Son, sent Eight Fingers flying with a thrust from his war axe, exposing a flaw under his own ribs, and, unsurprisingly, sustained another bloody gash himself.
