EASTERN FRONT OF THE GIGGADON EMPIRE - FIRST COASTAL STRONGHOLD. THORKA EMPIRE FLAGSHIP - GRINSEEKER
"Captain! Captain! We're under attack!" The urgency in Commander Officer Derick’s voice was palpable as he rushed over to report to Captain Jakal immediately after the ships were attacked.
"Don't you think I see that!?"
Jakal's voice crackled with anger as he turned his cold, piercing gaze filled with killing intent onto the Commander officer.
"My apologies, Captain!- Keuk!"
Derick’s words stumbled out in a rushed, almost panicked tone, abruptly cut off by a grunt as if the air had been knocked out of him. With a swift and almost desperate motion, he dropped to one knee, the impact reverberating through the deck like a thunderclap. He could physically feel the weight of the Captain's killing intent descend upon him, a force strong enough to cause cracks in the ship's wooden floor planks under him.
*WHOOSH*
*THUD*
*CREAK*
"..."
Jakal stared at the Commander Officer in silence, his killing intent palpable, its weight increasing by the second. After a few seconds, he stopped, reining in his killing intent before turning his gaze back towards the sea.
“Keuk! Cough! Huff...Huff, thanking for sparing my life captain.”
Derick managed to say between gasps for air, his voice trembling with both relief and lingering fear.
"Get up and relay my orders. All ships are to set course immediately towards the vessel three hundred miles ahead, at full speed,"
Jakal said, with a serious and commanding tone.
"Yes, Captain."
Commander Officer Derick responded, his voice steady despite the lingering tremor of fear, taking the command as he got up from his knees.
"Also instruct all mages and mana cannon operators to prepare for battle!"
Jakal said with a serious tone, his gaze unwavering as it remained fixed on the distant figure sitting in the dingy boat three hundred miles away.
“Yes, CAPTAIN!” Derick's voice reverberated with a sharp salute, the sound echoing across the deck as he acknowledged the orders with unwavering determination. Without a moment's hesitation, he spun on his heel to depart, his steps purposeful and swift.
But as he took only a few strides, a nagging thought tugged at his mind, prompting him to halt abruptly. As he turns back towards the captain.
"Captain, should a dispatch of rescue boats be sent to retrieve the surviving crew of the destroyed ships?" Derick asked, the weight of the situation hanging heavy in the air.
"I have given you my orders, commander."
Captain Jakal, replied with a cold tone."Yes, Captain,"
Derick's expression faltered briefly with surprise at the commander’s decision, but he composed himself, replied, and left to relay the captain's orders.
“... even from this distance, I can feel, the monstrous amount of mana that he exudes,.. it’s terrifying! nevertheless, he is still human, there is nothing to be afraid of.”
Jakal thought in his mind, a wry smile forming on his lips. Despite the looming threat, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
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AN HOUR LATER
After sailing for over an hour, the Thorka fleet, comprising nine formidable warships, closed in on their solitary target, encircling it with military precision. Magic cannons gleamed menacingly, primed to unleash their destructive power at the slightest provocation, while mages weaved intricate spells in advance. At the forefront of the flagship, the commanding presence of Jakal Emberheart, Captain of the Thorka fleet, stood, exuding authority.
Jakal's gaze locked onto the figure in the boat, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the lone individual's calm demeanor amidst the overwhelming display of force. For a timeless moment, silence reigned supreme, broken only by the rhythmic sway of the sea and the steady heartbeat of the soldiers/knights aboard the surrounding warships. Despite their overwhelming numbers and superior firepower, an inexplicable sense of apprehension crept into the hearts of the Knights, gnawing at their resolve like a persistent shadow. In the face of this solitary figure's calm demeanor, doubts whispered like ghosts through the minds of the crew.
“...”
Jakal sensing the tension among the humans, allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of his lips.
“SINCE YOU ARE SITTING THERE ALL SILENT, I GUESS YOU HAVE NO INTENTION TO TALK.”
Jakal said in a loud voice, reaching the figure in the boat. As he slowly raised his right hand, a signal to his crew. The movement was deliberate, a silent command that spoke volumes without the need for further explanation. As his hand rose, a ripple of anticipation spread through the ranks of the Thorka fleet, each soldier, and mage poised and ready for attack.
“All CANNONS ATTACK!!”
Jakal ordered, with a commanding tone, sending a jolt of adrenaline through every member of the Thorka fleet. Immediately, the warship cannons began to glow with a radiant white light, a sense of anticipation hung heavy in the air, thickening with each passing moment. Then, with a deafening roar that echoed across the vast expanse of the sea, beams of blinding light erupted from the cannons, streaking toward the lone boat with deadly precision. The impact of the attack caused an explosion that sent shockwaves rippling through the water, reverberating across the sea depths. The heat generated by the cannons' beams caused the surrounding sea surface water to vaporize in an instant, engulfing the surface in a dense shroud of steam. In the aftermath of the devastating attack, silence descended once more.
*VROOM*
*WHOOSH*
*BOOM*
“...Now, this is strange? I'm sure the Cannon beams made a direct hit. Yet, how is he still standing there, unharmed?... it should be impossible for a Grandmaster to remain unscathed after enduring nine mana cannon beams head-on! ...”
Jakal pondered silently as he raised his hand once more.
“ All, MAGES ATTACK WITH FULL POWER!!”
Jakal yelled in a loud commanding tone, a sense of haste in his tone.
Immediately a large blue magic circle appeared above the area of attack, With a deafening roar, a single ray of light erupted from the magic circle, streaking down towards the designated target with unstoppable force. Upon impact, the ray of light unleashed a devastating display of power, freezing the entire area stretching for thirty miles in a shimmering blanket of ice.
*VROOM*
*WHOOSH*
*BANG*
[That should be enough to kill him, don’t you think, Jakal?]
A voice said through telepathy.
[I can not be sure until I see his corpse.]
Jakal replied, his tone serious and his expression resolute as he searched for a sign of a corpse in the pillar of ice formed by the attack.
[If he is still alive, make sure to kill him quickly. Don’t forget we have a far more important mission to complete,]
The voice reminded Jakal.
[... I know, you don’t need to remind m-]
Jakal's response was cut short as the blade of a sword materialized beside his neck.
*WHOOSH*
*SHING*
“WHAT!?... I didn’t even notice his movement.”
Jakal said in his mind with an expression of disbelief and shock.
“ This strange mana I sense from you, how did you obtain it? Are you one of those who attacked his majesty at the Capital?”
Asked Izaak BlackWood (Captain of the Giggadon Imperial Army) with a cold and threatening tone. As he exudes more mana from his body, increasing the pressure of gravity around Jakal, trapping him in place.
*WHOOSH*
*BOOOM!*
*CREAK*
“groan*... what is this pressure?!”
Jakal groans in discomfort, as he feels the crushing amount of mana descend upon him.
“ Hah, I was careless. I thought I had grasped the extent of his strength from the mana he exuded before! but now that he is closer I can sense his true strength... strength almost on par with... maybe stronger than lord Greer.”
Jakal thought in his mind with a devious grin and a sense of excitement in his eyes.
“I don’t know what you are talking about human, but how dare you place a sword on my ne-
Jakal words were interrupted by the swift sound of a blade slicing through the air, followed by a loud thud as a head fell to the ground, , as so did his body.
*SWOOSH*
*SLICE*
*THUD!*
“If you know nothing, then you are of use no longer.”
Izaak said with a cold tone and an unimpressed expression, as he looked down towards Jakal’s severed head.
“CAPTAIN!!!”
Officer Derick and the other knights yelled with shocked expressions as they saw the captain fall.
“KILL THAT GIGGADON DEVIL TO AVENGE THE CAPTAIN!!”
Derick yelled immediately, commanding all the knights and mages on the deck to attack.
“ AAARGH!!!”
The Knights yelled as they charged towards Izaak, their swords drawn, with intent to kill.
*THUD*
*PITTER-PATTER*
“...”
Izaak turns around towards the charging knights after hearing their screams. He gazes at them with an unthreatened expression.
“ Annoying nuisance! CLEAVE!”
Izaak muttered as he swung his sword horizontally, without any mana infused in it. Before sheathing his sword.
*WHOOSH*
*SLICE*
*SCHIING*
In the second after sheathing his sword, the entire upper deck was split horizontally in half, leaving a trail of separated torsos on the ground.
“...”
Izaak turns around, towards the rest of the Thorka fleet.
“I AM IZAAK BLACKWOOD, CAPTAIN OF THE GREAT GIGGADON IMPERIAL KNIGHTS. AND I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO SURRENDER, OR DIE LIKE THEY DID BY MY SWORD.”