They had to die

"ROOOAAARRR!"

A thunderous roar exploded through the air like a bolt of lightning out of a clear blue sky—deafening, earth-shaking, and soul-piercing.

It hit like a shockwave, slamming into everyone on the opposite ship.

In that instant, every single person across from them—Pirate King Draven, his elite unit commanders, even the high-tier troops—froze in place, eyes wide, jaws dropping in sheer disbelief.

"Holy shiiiiiit—!"

The last remaining hero unit standing beside Draven looked like his face had been twisted by terror itself.

He was so scared, his features literally contorted.

His voice cracked and warped with panic.

THUD!

He collapsed to the deck, legs giving out, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. His face had gone ghost-white.

"Is that... is that a Crimson Ultimate Hero?!"

No. No way. That's impossible!