As Sarah skillfully maneuvered the ship through the chaotic dance of battle, Draven remained focused on the cannons, his eyes fixed on the HUD that displayed the hostile ships closing in.
Margoth, his voice dripping with venomous expletives, seethed in Draven's mind. "Fuck those pathetic vessels! Let me feast on their goddamn souls!"
Draven's silence spoke volumes as he continued to unleash a barrage of cannon balls upon their enemies. He had no intention of succumbing to Margoth's bloodlust, but the eldritch entity's hunger simmered beneath the surface, amplifying the tension within the ship.
Sarah's voice cut through the cacophony of combat, her tone laced with urgency. "Draven, they're gaining on us! We need to outmaneuver them!"
Draven's grip tightened around the control sticks, his eyes scanning the HUD for an opening. With calculated precision, he unleashed another salvo of cannon fire, his actions speaking louder than any words.
