"Almighty, quickly raise the guns! Raise the guns! Block them! Block them!"
"For the Chief Divine! Kill the evil demons!!"
"Kill! Kill!!"
The sea breeze swept through the slaughter-filled narrow bay, the acrid smell of gunpowder mingling with the thick scent of blood, the frenzied shouts mingling with the clash of armor. Castilla Captain Sancho retreated to the sterncastle of the medium-sized Caravel, looking at the cruel battle before him, praying in despair.
"Merciful Holy Mother! We beg you! Save me... Save your faithful citizens!..."
From the greed of several days ago, the ecstasy of half a day ago, to the current brutal slaughter... fate seemed like a mischievous hand, tossing everyone's souls up and down. In the clash of different faiths, which divine spirit truly ruled this unfathomable fate? Perhaps, it was only the God of Death who collected all!...
"Bang! Bang!"
"Chief Divine! The skin of these demons is too thick... Ugh! Hah hah..."
