POV Admiral Agabar:
The white layer of ice and frost painted the sea, the fortress, and the ships white. The admiral's fingers were blackened from the frostbite that was slowly eating to his bones.
"Look at you mortals. You have damaged my ally. You should have just laid down your weapons and stopped this futile resistance. Now, suffer the consequences." The terrifying voice came from all directions, crushing and shattering all his hopes and plans.
The admiral tumbled to his chair with his skin pale as if he saw his death, 'Chrysanthemum, what have you done to ally with this thing?'. The already hopeless situation of facing the eternal empire turned even worse.
"I, Vesuvius condemn you to death."
The claw, tall and wide as the fortress's towers, descended from the sky, the clouds and lightning spinning around it. It glowed with runic letters engraved into its crystal material.
'Ohh, the lord of seas, help me.'
