The battle raged on, a frenetic dance of motion and steel. Noah, a whirlwind of destruction, moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior. His telekinetic control over the daggers transformed them into a deadly cyclone, slicing through the fishermen's ranks.
One by one, the fishermen succumbed, their bodies punctured by the blades or crushed by the force of Noah's blows. The once-clear waters around the island were now stained crimson, a grim testament to the carnage that had unfolded.
With a final, desperate attempt, the last fisherman fell to Noah's relentless onslaught. Panting, his body drenched in sweat and blood, Noah stood victorious. The battle had been hard-fought, but he had emerged triumphant.
Exhausted yet exhilarated, Noah collapsed to the ground, knowing that the journey was far from over. The clock was ticking, and there were still more islands to conquer. He had survived the ordeal, but the challenges that lay ahead were daunting.
