The Overlord remained inactive again, observing the unfolding events from a distance. Positioned a few hundred meters away, his massive head loomed over the sea, surveying the situation with keen interest.
The warship rapidly descended, its hull partially submerged, leaving mere wreckage floating on the surface. The sea was teeming with over a hundred individuals struggling to stay afloat, with some unfortunate souls already succumbing to the depths.
Among them was Mansur, desperately treading water without a life jacket. Resourceful as he was, he managed to seize one from a subordinate.
However, he knew survival would be a close call, even with the added buoyancy. The nearest landmass was a daunting two hundred nautical miles away, leaving him with the grim realization that the ocean would become his final resting place, mere sustenance for the marine creatures.
Regret started to gnaw at him.
