Blackwater Bay Battle นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Tie him up and hang him on the reef. Let the Cult come and see what happens when they provoke Shallow Bay." Captain White led people to drag the priest ashore. The battlefield gradually quieted. Only wreckage, bodies, and the occasional groan drifted over the sea. Captain White walked to my side, covered in blood. I did not know whether it was his or the enemy's. Panting, he asked, "Lord... did we win?" I looked toward the black dots disappearing at the horizon. They were the Cult's remaining small boats, fleeing without looking back. "We won." The survivors of Shallow Bay emerged from their shelters and looked at the scarred battlefield. First came silence, then a cheer that shook the sky.

The city buzzed with restless energy, yet Adrian Blackwell could see through the illusion of normality. Beneath the sparkling lights and bustling streets, clear battle lines had been drawn. The war between him and Ethan Graves had evolved from a tactical game into something deeply personal. The warehouse on the south side—one of Adrian's main supply hubs—was nothing but smoldering ash now, reduced to rubble thanks to Ethan's men seeking retribution for Red Harbor Freight. It had been ruthless, quick, and well-planned.

"I can't believe it." She chuckled as the 666IB soldiers cheered in joy. They survived this historical battle. Whatever happened here will be redacted from the media, but it will never be forgotten in the annals of the 666IB, as well as the AWB Marines and the 13th TACG. Lukas sheathed the horn. "So, will you leave all of this behind now?" She asked all of a sudden with a hint of sadness in her voice. He frowned as to why she asked the question.