The dragon froze as the ship he destroyed slowly emerged out of the silent sea. The countless cracks on it pulsed with a burning red magic like a beating heart. The sea turned red and the sun burst into a crimson flare.
With his powerful eyesight, the dragon could see him, a large man standing on the bowsprit's tip, looking toward the shore with a passive face and burning red eyes.
DING! DONG! DING! DONG! DING! DONG! DING! DONG! DING! DONG! A man stood atop the crow's nest, ringing the ship's bell with a large smile on his face. All the sailors stood on the deck, some of them climbing the nets and mast while chanting.
"A man? Wasn't Akasha a woman?" The dragon looked confused for a second, he was certain that the man standing on the bowsprit was a vampire as was everyone else on the ship. But something was off about that man, his power as a vampire far outclassed everyone else and it had a strange hint on it, a wild smell, wet fur…a werewolf.
