Meanwhile, at the western front, Drakkur's coastline was under brutal and endless assault from the undead armada. Cannonballs, poison capsules and spiked bombs... all flew at the ships and city walls, protecting Drakkur's land from invasion.
"Admiral! We cannot hold them for much longer!" A bloody sailor held tight onto the ropes of their ship, keeping the sails down to increase their speed. The range of the Drakkur ships was now shorter than the undead dreadnaughts that seemed to have evolved during the war.
Their undead cannons now had a range that felt unreal.
"Calm down, men! We must close the distance and protect our beautiful land! Don't let these filthy undead drop your morale!"
Verena didn't stop fighting—since the start of the war, she used her special shadow magic talent to create dozens of clones to help the strongest ships survive. If a ship sank, she would teleport a clone to another ship close by to save those who went overboard.
