As Ragnar, the massive orc, submerged beneath the water's surface, he was met with a chilling sight.
Over seventy sentinels, their bodies unscathed by the blast, emerged from the depths, their eyes fixed intently on him.
With synchronized precision, they formed a circular formation, their icy glaive blades glinting in the faint light that penetrated the water's surface.
Then, in a flash of movement, the sentinels surged forward as one, their blades poised to strike. Meanwhile, Asher stood at the ship's bow, his eyes narrowing as he gazed out at the water.
A crimson stain began to spread outward, tinting the surface with a deadly hue.
Just then, a sentinel erupted from the water, landing lightly on the ship to Asher's right.
The sentinel's white plume dripped water, and his impressive armored form leaned forward in a gesture of reverence.
