Cassius stood amidst the carnage, his sword still gleaming with the blood of his foes as he stood upon the flag of the ship.
The fountains of blood that spurted high into the sky were visible even from the Duke's ship, a macabre sight that caught the eye of all who saw it.
The blood arced through the air, glistening in the sunlight before falling back into the sea.
It looked like roses blooming in the sea—crimson petals unfurling in the air, cascading down to meet the water in a delicate yet disturbing dance. Each fountain of blood, rising and falling, painted the surface of the sea.
"An Elemental Swordsman..." the Head Butler murmured, his voice laced with recognition. The Knight Commander's expression shifted, his eyes widening in disbelief.
It dawned on him then—a true genius, staying right among them, and yet he had been oblivious to it all.
The Duke, however, merely clicked his tongue in frustration, a subtle sign of his irritation.
THUMP!
THUMP!
