The sudden heavy rain continued to pour down as more Drowned Stalkers swayed beneath the flashing sky, their hollow smiles fixed on the ship.
Below, Jake kept his sword raised, red aura burning steadily against the storm, while Grace remained firmly at his side with her gun ready.
Then Grace raised her voice again, cutting through the rain and the distant cannon fire.
"Those necks aren't their main bodies!!"
Everyone's attention snapped toward her.
Grace's golden eyes were sharp and dark as she stared at the rising forms.
"If we want to kill them… we have to destroy the main bodies!!"
Jake, completely soaked from the downpour, stood right beside her.
Water dripped from his hair and clothes as he muttered under his breath, his expression tightening.
"…Don't tell me…"
Grace gave a slow, grim nod, her gaze locked on the churning black sea below.
"Yes…"
"Their main bodies are under the water."
