The Potions of Explosions continued to fall from the sky, accurately landing on the decks of the tall-masted ships below.
One after another, the ships were consumed by the flames, blown to smithereens. The unfortunate ones who happened to be on the ships were… well, quite unfortunate.
A large, black feline creature with black-feathered wings soared above the Darkfang Docks, releasing potions from its space-type storage earring.
Valerian had transformed into his winged-panther form, his body sleek and darker than the night itself, providing him with the perfect cover.
It was the hour of dusk. The sky was the darkest shade of black, yet there were hues of orange and purple slowly emerging from the horizon.
Valerian looked toward the horizon of the Galestine Ocean, his topaz eyes narrowing.
Brother said that there would be ships arriving from the sea. Before they arrive, I must destroy Blackshore's fleet.
Hmph! I, the Great Valerian, will make my brother proud!
