Night.
The silver moon hangs high in the sky.
The cold moonlight spills onto the sea like tiny scales, reflecting shimmering light as the waves rise and fall.
The shadow of a giant ship quietly passes through the moonlit waters in the dark night.
This is a Blood Race pirate ship. At this moment, the deck is immersed in thick honey-like moonlight, revealing clear scenes in the darkness.
On the deck, a hunched fishman struggles with its barnacle-covered back, using webbed claws to drag a rusty fishing net. The bioluminescent octopuses and various fish inside desperately struggle, occasionally biting at the fishman's fingers.
A group of emaciated human slaves, dressed in tattered clothing, huddle beside the cannons, carefully polishing the copper tubes.
Their necks still bear darkened bite marks. Whenever a Blood Race pirate passes by, these slaves involuntarily shiver, instinctively pulling open their collars to reveal their shoulders.
