The clash came like a hurricane—violent, inescapable, and utterly consuming. The first rows of ships collided with a force that sent tremors through the decks, their hulls slamming into each other with a deafening crack.
Wood splintered and snapped like brittle bones of a child beneath the pressure, jagged shards exploding into the air as vessels shuddered from the sheer impact. It was as if the gods themselves had seized them, shaking them like playthings before casting them into the storm of battle once they grew bored .