As Dustin landed on the damaged deck, the golden glow from his sword gradually dimmed. Dark green blood floated on the rain-soaked sea, spreading slowly across the surface.

The typhoon had passed quietly in the distance. A break appeared in the storm clouds, letting through a ray of sunlight that fell across the battered Wavebreaker.

Grace steadied herself against the rolling gunwale, watching the sea settle back into calm. She exhaled in relief.

That Dreadkraken had already reached ultimate grandmaster level. It was enormously large and had terrifying regenerative abilities.

Even the strongest grandmaster at that level wouldn't stand a chance against it. They were lucky Dustin was there. Otherwise, the casualties would have been devastating.

The sea finally calmed down, and the storm gradually subsided. As Wavebreaker bobbed on the swells, the deck was littered with blood and splintered wood.

Soldiers sat slumped on the deck, gasping for air, with fear still etched on every fa