The convoy was hit quick, and it was hit hard.
The golden beam cut right through the middle, killing more than one-third of the Sloth soldiers meant as the reinforcements for the first line of defense.
"RAAAA...!"
The short jawed wolf, Cinnamon was howling over the loss of another one of her comrades, Plum.
Including Cinnamon, there were only three shadow fangs left - four, including Arion, who was with their master, Mary, flying high in the sky on the griffin's back to gather intel.
"This is the worst..."
Shanks shook his head while observing the reorganizing convoy, returning from checking up on his friends.
Thankfully, Uresha, Lairs, and Rotte were all okay - although very shaken.
Traveling at the back of the convoy they found themselves surrounded by scared young recruits looking for moral support in their elders, which honestly made Shanks relived.
"...why was it shot right at the beginning?"
