"Oh, Goddess… what should I do?"
Adrian clenched his head seeing how chaotic this place has became. Rubbles all over the place. Crews running around trying to help and heal each other. Some even used their magic to throw the leaking water away from the ship.
The wind elves were all standing on the south side of the main deck, lining up with their hands raised, creating magic shields to protect the ship from any projectile bombarding them from the Mortal Fortress.
Yet with the unending harsh strike of those winterstone cannons, the shields grew full of cracks. It won't be long until it started breaking and his crews will once again get greeted by icy hell.
"We cannot sail away…" Said Adrian as he saw the foremast spar already completely destroyed, while the rest of the sails were crowded with holes.
"Wait- that's right! We can swim! I'm sure even those elves know how to swim right? I mean they're sailors!"
