Auransa and the samurai cut through the navy troops like they were mere shadows, their blades slicing through armor and bone with terrifying precision. The enemy numbers dwindled at a frightening pace. It was clear now—the navy relied heavily on Seraphel Dawn and Sora Nithel. Without them, their forces were crumbling.
In the center of the island, Orimo stood tall, his demonic smile glowing like molten obsidian.
"Shadow Dominion."
From the scorched, smoldering ground, shadowy figures—more like humanoid wraiths than soldiers—rose and surged forward, clashing violently with the remaining navy troops. The island trembled with the chaos of steel, screams, and shadowy strikes.
Amidst the battle, Seraphel Dawn heard the command through his communicator:
"Retreat."
Without hesitation, he nodded, signaling to Sora Nithel, and both of them retreated to their warship. The massive vessel groaned as it cut through the blackened waves, carrying them swiftly away toward the navy headquarters.
Orimo watched the fleeing fleet, his smile fading slightly as he returned to his human form. He murmured, almost to himself, "Weird."
The navy fleet disappeared over the horizon. With the battlefield clear, Equa Rome returned instantly, boarding Orimo's ship without delay.
"Let's set sail to Emka," Orimo commanded, his eyes glinting with purpose.
The ship cut through the dark waters, carrying the Devil Pirates onward, the burning remnants of the island fading behind them as the sea swallowed the chaos.