On the bridge of the flagship, Barrack stumbled backward, his knees quickly buckling beneath him.
He hastily gripped the railing in front of him, barely managing to steady himself. His eyes were wide and bloodshot. There was no sign of the smile that had been plastered across his face a couple of hours ago.
Previously, it had been the two flanks that suffered. Now, it was the central battle zone that had gone dead, replaced by still-glowing spheres of light.
"Ten... ten thousand warships..." he mumbled.
"In one volley... No, in one attack... they were obliterated completely?" His voice trembled. "What kind of monstrous attack was that...?"
"Dark Soul!" he roared suddenly, the anxiety and fear quickly disappearing from his face as he realized why—why this had happened out of the blue.
