Despair.
Hope had been drained from the Juggernaut's ship, as it was wrecked to bits. Each of the crew mates used different pieces of wood from the ship to try and stay a float, Thali desperately holding onto Magnus' unconscious body. Tom stood on the railings of the ship, looking back at his men who were defeated by Elvia and Thali.
"What a waste you all are." He spat. He then looked back at the Juggernauts, that were struggling to stay alive. On the largest piece of wood was Elvia still trying to heal Amane and Mortale, which was going extremely slow. Amane's eyes were dull, as their chest moved up down slowly, blood still coming out of the mouth.
The hole was barely closing up, and the pink haired fairy did not know a strong enough spell to heal both of them at a quicker rate. Mortale, on the other hand, looked down at his missing arm biting his lips till he bled. How was he still so weak, after everything they had been through?
