"The Sea Swallow" had stopped.
As this terrifying charger had come to a halt, it had almost turned into a pile of debris under the relentless bombardment. The original structure of the ship was no longer in existence, not even a single intact deck or building wreckage could be found. The torn hull and internal materials spread across the sea like a splash, with bits of broken debris floating between the slowly diffusing black sludge. The remaining flames burned among these pieces, belching thick smoke.
And on the path where the "Sea Swallow" had charged, there was a trail of a strange substance like mud that stretched for several nautical miles—an inauspicious black that delineated a streak in the seawater, as if left by some soft-bodied creature crawling ashore, undulating slowly with the wind and waves, not dissipating over time.