Leviathan One's tentacles slowly loosened. The siege turtle, choked to the brink of death, sank powerlessly into the deep sea like a great ship with a hole punched through its hull.
After a swirl of water, it was gone.
On the back of the other giant turtle, Grand General Grash was soaked to the bone. He watched helplessly as his trump card was dragged into the darkness, as the humans' defensive line on the port rekindled with fighting spirit. His blood-red eyes were filled with nothing but shock and fury.
"Retreat!"
After long consideration, he finally let out a hoarse roar that pierced the rain.
"Full retreat! Back to the Coral Camp!"
The remaining siege beasts scrambled to turn around. The injured Multi-Armed Race Warriors dragged the bodies of their comrades, fleeing back to the sea in disarray without even time to retrieve their weapons.
They had arrived with overwhelming force, but they retreated in a rout, leaving more than twenty bodies on the blood-soaked beach.
