In the immense stretch of darkness, the ocean waves crashed tumultuously. A fatal message appeared from every angle as the vessel heaved and swayed in the choppy waters. Water started to seep into the inside of the ship. Although Captain tried to manage helm, the unyielding waves kept attacking. The worker's attempts to remove water from the deck proved pointless as the waves engulfed them, resulting in numerous fatalities. A loud noise echoed throughout the four-deck ship, formerly a lavish liner known as Blooming Rose, popular among the affluent, and just twenty-three days had elapsed since its departure when an unforeseen storm hit that night, making the sea tumultuous.
Margaret, her maid's outfit entirely drenched, rushed to the second floor, allocated for the staff. She saw the frightened, shouting men before her, her sight clouded by tears. Pushing her way through the frantic crowd, she moved ahead to the cleaning room.
Kicking away the items in her way, she rushed ahead, shouting her friend's name. "Vera!"
From a corner, she heard someone respond, "Margaret..."
Vera stood frightened in the corner, clutching Luther's hand. Margaret hastened towards them.
Breathlessly, Margaret exclaimed, "We're in danger! The ship is sinking!"
Wiping away tears, Margaret added, "There's no escaping the typhoon."
"This must be the end," Vera murmured, closing her eyes and embracing Margaret. Luther watched them helplessly.
Vera sobbed uncontrollably, "Forgive me. You're in this situation because of me. Why did you come along? Why?"
Margaret comforted her, saying,
"Please don't speak that way. We are honoured to be here with you.."
Vera spotted a known face amid the chaos. An elderly woman with a tiny, withered physique and grey hair. They were gazing at Vera. A bolt of lightning hit their cabin via the window. Vera got a glimpse of their faces in the lightning. Her body froze as she witnessed their expression. The woman's lips were grinning. Once more, a lightning bolt struck, and in front of her eyes, the elderly woman vanished into the dark. Suddenly, a loud noise raised. A section of the vessel erupted into flames with an explosion. The ship caught fire while at sea during intense rainfall.
"Look there!" one young boy screamed looking out through the window.
Maids gathered around the tiny windows, in the thundersome rainy night they saw some things flying towards the ship. It spits out fire from their mouth. The people who saw this screamed and fell on the floor with terrified faces.
"What is that?" Vera, bewildered, glanced at Luther. Vera met with his frightened gaze.
"It's them, they found us. that creature will devour us." Luther whispered to Vera.
Within moments, the vessel was engulfed in flames. Luther took hold of Vera and Margaret's hands and dashed into the hallway. However, it was not very wise. Every corner is ablaze with flames. People were hurriedly dashing around in all directions to flee. Amid this chaos, Margaret's hand slipped from Luther's grasp. The blaze consumed the entire area. Vera tried reaching her friend, but she saw Margaret's dress ignited in flames.
"No," she exclaimed, pushing through the crowd to get to Margaret. Suddenly, Arrows abruptly started to stab into Luther's body. Vera shouted and shielded him. Blood kept spitting from his body leaving the sign of death. Vera glanced behind,
Amidst the blazing flames, she noticed men perched atop the beings in the sky. The fire surrounded her. Vara's eyelids gently shut as they beheld the hazy sky overhead.