Blood, copious amounts of blood, dyeing the entirety of Mist Bay a crimson red.
This fresh flesh and blood was the Ocean Hunters' favorite.
Gazing at the feeding scene before them—so bloody it would make any enemy's heart turn cold—the word "brutal" was insufficient to describe the terror they inspired.
Lysinthia, Clawpincher, Slagor, and Drakthul stood upon the Sea-Devouring Warship, staring at the battle unfolding in the waters below. All of them were silent.
Compared to the wars they thought they knew, the current scene didn't resemble a war at all; it was more like a gruesome feast exclusively for the Ocean Hunters.
The blood-dyed seawater was like a layer of mist. The Ocean Hunters, their eyes glinting crimson, moved like phantoms within this mist, appearing and disappearing without a trace, exceptionally bizarre.
Crunch! An Ocean Hunter burst forth from the bloody water, its great maw gaping, and bit down ferociously.
