Droskyn

The thunderous exchange of cannonballs between the Sea Phantom and the monstrous Leviathan's Howl continued, tearing through sails, cracking masts, and shaking both vessels to their very bones. Each boom lit up the smoky sky for a split second—enough to see chaos brewing on all sides.

But soon, the cannon fire ceased—not because the battle was over, but because it had reached a far more dangerous stage.

The Leviathan's Howl pulled in dangerously close, its jagged metal hull scraping against the Sea Phantom with a teeth-grinding groan. The moment the gap narrowed, thick, knotted ropes were hurled across the air, snapping onto railings and masts. Iron grappling hooks dug into the wood with loud clanks, and soon after, rope ladders flung over both sides, swaying wildly in the ocean breeze.

And then—they came.