The soldiers and crew moved hurriedly, hastening to repair the Morning Glow Advance, clearing the shells and debris embedded in the ship's body, and the corpses piled in the corridors... Notar was right, their current situation was dire. Most able-bodied people were allocated to this task, while the rest lay in the infirmary, waiting for the ship's doctor.
"The ship-mounted crane, we're trying to use it to lift the cannon of Ascalon and get it firing again."
Bola glanced at the crane, as massive as a mast, which was responsible for moving large cargo from the dock onto the ship, and the Armor of Original Sin relied on it to board the Iron Armor ship.
Now the heavy mechanical arm hung above Ascalon, the steel cable slowly falling, resting onto the cannon barrel.
"Did the support frame break?"
Lorenzo looked at the wrecked scene; Ascalon itself wasn't severely damaged, but the frame supporting it had snapped.
