After a brief pause filled with tension, the Kraken reclined, and in a swift motion, a powerful surge of water burst forth from its mouth.
This wasn't your usual water flow; it differed greatly from the rain falling around them. Instead, it carried a perilous payload—sharp rocks, bones, and various debris that sliced through anything in its way.
This forceful water jet served as the Kraken's formidable defense mechanism, leaving destruction in its wake.
The Kraken's water jet surged across the main deck, wreaking havoc on everything in its trajectory. It smashed through the wooden planks and railings, sending splinters scattering in all directions. The impact was so formidable that even the warriors, fortified with their shields, were forcefully knocked off their feet.
Several unfortunate souls were swept off the ship, their cries swallowed by the stormy weather as they vanished into the dark sea. The Kraken roared in defiance. With a powerful heave, the warriors and mages struggling to restrain the tentacle were toppled. Seizing this momentary advantage, the colossal creature struck again.
"Watch out!" shouted the blond guy, leaping forward to tackle Lady Lumiere out of harm's way. Morvain witnessed the unfolding events in slow motion—the colossal tentacle arcing towards them, the valiant warrior hurling himself in front of the mage, shielding her from the impending blow. The protective embrace he held her in conveyed a sense of her paramount importance.
The scene was nearly overwhelming for Morvain.
'Ugh... in the midst of a calamity? Seriously?'
Shaking off the momentary distraction, Morvain refocused on the unfolding attack. It was the first time he witnessed the Kraken's entire body in motion. A subtle lean to the side, and two of its tentacles lifted, unleashing a frenzied thrashing that sent powerful ripples across the ship.
Despite its seemingly simple movement, the deck quivered under the Kraken's immense power. The sound of cracking wood and the terrified screams of the people filled the air.
From his concealed vantage point, Morvain sensed the ship buckling under the Kraken's might. It was a chaotic scene unfolding before him. Amidst the turmoil, he recognized what he had been hoping for—the Kraken's Achilles heels.
Embedded in the Kraken's vast back was a sizable blue-black spear, appearing as if it were nothing more than a pebble lodged in its skin. The spear bore an ancient aura, showcasing intricate patterns and a razor-sharp tip, firmly planted in the colossal sea beast.
This seemingly insignificant weapon, however, proved to be a significant hindrance, impeding the Kraken's fluid movements. It appeared to be the source of the creature's vulnerability, the very thing weakening the monstrous adversary.
Morvain didn't know who put the spear there. It could be someone from a long time ago. But the important thing was that the spear was there, making it a crucial opportunity in the battle.
Now, his job was to tell everyone what he found, and that was the tricky part. He couldn't just run into the fight; that would be dangerous. Morvain looked at the chaos and wondered: What could he do? He couldn't just shout or something. People would think he was crazy, and no one would believe him.
"Ugh," he muttered in frustration. Plus, no one could hear him in all this chaos. Despite the ongoing Kraken havoc, an odd calmness settled over him. The solution seemed clear: if they wouldn't listen, he'd make them.
Morvain drew in a deep breath and left his hiding spot. He contemplated a swift dash, a shout, and then seamlessly returning to cover, all without breaking his momentum.
Seemingly excessive, but the longer he lingered, the slimmer his chances of survival became. A decision was imperative, and soon.
'I've got to act fast.'
Morvain inhaled deeply, stepped back a few paces, and then propelled himself forward in a sprint. He vaulted from one spot to another, his slender legs navigating the ship. Strangely, despite his accelerating pace, the battle scene remained frustratingly out of reach. It almost felt like, though perhaps it was his imagination, the gap between him and the fight was widening.
'Is it my legs? Damn!'
Morvain cursed softly, but he couldn't afford to halt. Stopping now might seal his fate within the doomed ship.
As he neared the tumultuous battle, instinct urged him to retreat. It wasn't a move suitable for a scrawny, feeble man like him. The risk of getting killed was high.
Yet, his mind was made up.
'This is not the time to chicken out, Morvain.'
He sprinted through the chaos, skillfully ducking under falling debris and agilely avoiding stray limbs and weapons. His senses were sharp, instincts kicking in to navigate the pandemonium and keep him alive.
In mere moments, he arrived at the heart of the battle.
"Captain!" he yelled with all the strength in his voice, but his shout was drowned out by the surrounding chaos.
Once more, he observed the colossal beast gearing up for another round of its destructive water attack.
"Damn it!" Morvain cursed under his breath. In a quick dash, he retreated a step, seeking shelter behind the mast. With a sense of urgency, he pressed his entire body against the worn wood, acutely aware of the possibility of it splintering and becoming a lethal threat. The hope that the mast would hold and protect him from the impending danger raced through his mind as he huddled against it.
He clasped his hands over his ears and braced himself, enduring the agonizing wait until the familiar high-pitched sound pierced the air.
This time, the sound had evolved, more shrill and sharp, resembling the whistle of a kettle but amplified to a deafening volume. The pressure became overwhelming, almost too much for his ears, and he suspected they might be bleeding, though the rain made it impossible to be sure.
With closed eyes, he opened them just a sliver, witnessing someone hurtle past him with a splinter impaled through their chest. The torrent of water and debris rushed around him, the sharpness of rocks and wood grazing his skin.
It felt like an eternity, though it was merely a minute or two, waiting for the water onslaught to cease. The persistent sound felt like a relentless assault on his senses, forcing him to clench his teeth tightly.
Abruptly, the noise ceased, and an eerie quiet enveloped the ship.