There was no other choice.
The kraken's grip was far too powerful, its tentacles crushing the ship with unstoppable force.
By Broken's estimate, the monster's sheer size was at least three to four times that of the golem ship—a truly colossal presence.
And it was winning.
The damage to Aego was already visible in several places, and that realization tightened a knot of dread in Broken's chest. Because he knew just how insanely expensive it had been to build this golem ship.
Losing it was not an option.
But at this point—
It was no longer a matter of choice.
Broken turned, scanning his crew one last time.
Everyone had already prepared their diving devices—ready for whatever hell awaited them once the ship vanished.
The moment he unsummoned Aego, they would all be at the mercy of the raging ocean.
And in a storm like this—
If this were the real world—
No one would survive. Not a single one of them.