The ocean water roared as it rushed through the pipes, waves over ten meters high crashed down like a giant's hand, flattening and engulfing the jagged reefs made of metal debris as if they were insignificant grains of sand.
Amber, with a head of red hair, stood atop the waves, holding her pirate's tricorn on her head with her left hand, while her right hand gripped a narrow curved knife, squinting into the distance to view a tiny figure in the distance.
She took a deep breath, the salty and fishy sea breeze as always,
Stepping forward half a step, center of gravity shifted forward, both hands gripping the long knife tightly, lifting it up, and slashing down hard as the waves reached their peak.
The curved knife, called [Tidal Messenger], unleashed power without a sound,
All obstacles in the conical range ahead first had a ripple of seawater surface, then were split in two without any warning, shattering and sinking into the sea.
Except, that shadow standing on the ladder.
