For several moments, it appeared as if the sea froze in time, forgetting its purpose.
The searing trench left behind by Sanguine Devastation stretched across the battlefield like a wound carved into the world itself. Steam rose in thick white walls, mixing with the black rain until the entire ocean seemed to breathe smoke.
Asomodeus hovered above it with a smoking figure and a smile.
'That should be enough.'
He wanted to click his tongue because of how far away the true body of Leviathan was; he'd dealt next to no damage to the true enemy and only managed to damage the ocean's population drastically.
But the attack had done its job, with the Lumerian fleet now sailing towards the northwest, while the mass of monsters almost vanished completely.
Behind him, Brando's voice snapped him from his focus.
"Move, you lazy sea-whores! The Emperor opened the damned road, so sail through it before the bastard below closes it!"
The Lumerian ships obeyed his call.
