The night sky on the eastern coastline was flickering with light. The seawater sparkled, and the waves crashed against the shore with a loud sound.
The wind blew strongly, making the white sand on the beach move with a dancing rhythm.
"ARCHERS!"
Ezekiel screamed at the top of his lungs. He had already lost count of how many times he yelled that word. The Wyverns had no end. Their numbers were too big for the
Euclase's soldiers fought bravely, invading the enemy's ships and killing their enemies. Different from the previous war, where they fought farmers and civilians, now they were fighting real soldiers.
Their strategy was simple. They would destroy all the ships in the fleet before they could reach Euclase shores, then they would consider it a victory.
