"Celene! Keep going!"
A shout broke. It was Dov. He was standing with snapped fingers alongside tons of explosions as his background. Like a wall of a bee hive, [Shield of Corvus] plated the view on the ship's starboard. Cannons rained upon them from the ghost ship, but they managed to block every single one of those spectral balls.
Though it was filled with cracks.
However, compared to the condition of the elves' shield wall at the port, their lifespan looked pretty healthy. Now that her back was fully guarded, Celene continued her advance toward the Admiral.
With an ax coated by darkness, he swung and slash everything she got at the old mer. Which he barely managed to evade, thanks to his wilting reflex.
"Shaman's Tears… never had I thought the day will come when I'll be on the wrong side of those cannons. It's not seldom for Adrian to cast them back at the academy. Though that thing's too big for most theaters."
