Rickety ships were capsized by a tail that resembled a giant crocodile's, with shattered planks slowly sinking, as if beings in the sea were undulating, reaching towards the sky for help.
The monstrous creature glared at Wayne, its roar echoing across the sea of blood, recklessly unleashing its power, conveying to Wayne an inescapable fate.
Wayne had disrupted the ritual, and he was destined to become its blood meal.
Wayne: (▔皿▔)
Just talking tough, who can't do that!
Come up here if you are capable!
Wayne projected a space illusion with his thoughts, where an armor-clad Skeleton Knight strode across the sea of blood. The knight's colossal figure cast endless shadows, looming over the beast as he slowly drew his sword to strike down.
The illusion held no actual lethality, but it expressed Wayne's will; facing provocation and threats, he would never back down.
That's right, it's me, I haven't changed my name or my surname, Death Knight!