POV Admiral Agabar:
A man in a green military coat with silver, mithril, and golden medals pinned on his chest and a feather hat on his head looked out of the window, his arms crossed behind his back.
'A storm is coming.'
The dark storm clouds gathered on the horizon, the blackness mixing with the redness of the sky. High waves rocked the ships in the docks below them as the storm slowly but surely closed on.
The blue and purple beams crisscrossed all over the dark sea, the ships one by one bursting into flames.
The flashes of light sporadically revealed the sprawling island fortress's thick walls, towers, and cliffs.
'This is not good. We can't hold for much longer.'
The doors into his chamber opened, and he turned to face them.
An officer walked in and saluted, his green cape tattered and covered soothe, "Sir, the enemies are cutting through our defensive fleet."
