The surging storm in the sky formed a wildly rotating vortex, like a whirlpool opening in the heavens, as two airships spiraled around each other, closing the distance between them.
Lorenzo's gaze didn't linger long on the Sailing Dawn. In such dire weather, let alone boarding battles, even hitting with cannon fire from the Sailing Dawn was difficult. It was useless to expect them to achieve anything.
A chilling sound accompanied the surging storm. Lorenzo swung his blade, severing the encroaching flesh, causing blood to spray, mixing with the storm and the rain.
Scarlet flesh could be seen slowly wrapping around the entire airship like tentacles, resembling some kind of crimson plant. It grew aggressively, with the grotesque flesh seeping into every crevice, gradually engulfing the Reichenbach.
Everywhere the eye could see was stained with bits of flesh. Controlled by nerves, they twisted the materials they covered forcefully, deforming the entire airship.
