A huge, boundless dark shadow had appeared under the water at some unknown time. Lu Ban looked out to see that the blackness, thicker than even the storm clouds above, had already engulfed all of the sea that met the eye.
Within that darkness, something strange was brewing.
On the other side, the close-quarters battle had already begun; the war cries, even amidst the wind and rain, were deafening, and the sound of clashing swords and knives were enough to make one's teeth ache.
With one slash, Shobu decapitated a soldier, her blade flinging off the fresh blood without the slightest resistance.
She wielded the longsword as if it were an extension of her own body, creating what seemed to be a barrier of blades in a short span of time, preventing anyone from getting close.
Standing at the entrance to the cabin, Shobu was like a guardian deity, fending off all enemies attempting to breach the interior.