'Curse it all!'
As the wind howled and the endless bolts of lightning scorched the sky, a furious mass of dark clouds churning like a celestial ocean, the Night Garden plummeted toward the ground. At first, Nightwalker simply meant to descend below the clouds to shield his warriors from the rising moon — but now, the living ship was wounded too severely to be controlled, and its fall had become unstoppable.
Of course, the titanic creature holding it in a crushing grip was not helping the situation either.
The hull of the great vessel was slowly devouring its flesh, but the damn abomination was too vast and too powerful — there were fractures slowly appearing on the miraculous wood already, and the damage being dealt to the Night Garden was far beyond what the living ship could return.
