Tamed by the Blind Alpha King
The remaining damaged ships of the Blood-Iron armada were in full chaotic retreat, scurrying into the deep waters of the open ocean, desperately fleeing from the terrifying northern navy that had crushed their grand invasion in under an hour.
At the mouth of the strait, the thirty ironclads of Obsidian Ridge still stood, banners snapping proudly in the wind, crews erupting into thunderous, triumphant cheers that echoed off the majestic granite cliffs.
"HAIL PRINCE VALEN! HAIL THE ECLIPSE REALM!" Marcus shouted, pounding his chest with his iron fist.
High on the quarterdeck of the Eclipse Leviathan, young Valen was sitting comfortably on his father's broad shoulder, leaning his head tiredly a