Achilles sat still without moving a muscle for a long time. The ship had finally begun moving once after being held back by the Corrupted for roughly two hours which gave him some rest.
'It's the fourth time today...'
This was the fourth wave they had to encounter today, and it was just barely passing midday. The situation was becoming more bleak and depressing.
And his mind also turned for the worse.
The constant taste of blood and iron was shattering his psyche, causing Kang's influence to become more and more apparent. Even though his counterpart preferred to stay dormant within the shadows, leaving Achilles to deal with most of the issues, the scent of death in the air was stimulating him every day, turning his madness stronger.