Several weeks later, the battered Night Garden flew across the waves as the sea foamed and boiled around it.
Space was unpredictable in the Stormsea, and time was unpredictable as well-day was sometimes so short that it could be missed in the blink of an eye, while night often overstated its welcome. Most of the time, however, the vast expanse of undulating water was shrouded in twilight, with pale stars shimmering in the distant sky.
At the moment, though, the Stormsea was bathed in sunlight, with not a cloud in sight. There was no wind, no storm was coming to unleash its fury on the Night Garden... despite that, the sea was turbulent and eerie, the water foaming as it seethed and roiled all around the living ship, as far as the eye could see. There were harrowing scars marring the hull of the Night Garden, slow to heal despite the ancient vessel's startling ability to mend itself. The civilians were safely sheltered below the main deck and remained in the sprawling vertical city hidden there while martial law was in effect, so only Awakened soldiers and Ascended officers were in sight.
That had become the norm over the last few weeks, as the Night Garden had engaged in countless battles and clashes with the Nightmare Creatures rushing to reach the Eternal City. All of Stormsea seemed to have gone mad once the celestial map was revealed β but now that they were getting closer to the goal, only the most dreadful contenders remained in the race.
"Captain! It's... it's surfacing!"
In the runic hall of the main pagoda, Jet gave one of her subordinates an amused look.
"Captain, huh? If memory serves, I was a Lieutenant General last time somebody bothered to formally promote me. Shouldn't you fools call me an Admiral, at least?" The man blushed, embarrassed by her calm tone.
"S-sorry, uh... ma'am? But that thing, iβit's..."
He did not get to finish the sentence, though, because at that moment, the foaming sea seemed to move.
At first, it seemed as if two towering waves swelled on both sides of the ship. Then, however, the water continued to rise, as if the sea was pregnant with two towering mountains β a few heartbeats later, the surface tension broke, and two gargantuan tentacles burst from the depths into the vast expanse of the sky.
Each was at least half a dozen kilometers long... and that was only what was visible of them above the surface. Who knew how deep they stretched into the abyssal depths of the bottomless sea?
And who would want to know what was hidden there, in the depths?
The colossal tentacles rose from the sea like two black cliffs, casting their shadows on the Night Garden... "Port and starboard, fire!"
Jet did not raise her voice, but somehow, it could be clearly heard despite the roaring of water and the howling of the wind.
A signal was given, and a few seconds later, the cannons stationed along the sides of the titanic ship thundered.
'That man...'
To solve the problem, he designed the cannons in a way that allowed them to consume essence not only from Awakened, but also from soul shards. And, luckily enough, he seemed to possess literal thousands of Transcendent soul shards, at the moment - the spoils from the conquest of the Burden Forest, no doubt. These soul shards had been distributed among the government soldiers aboard the Night Garden, resulting in a significant increase in their overall powe. These days, there was hardly any Awakened or Ascended here without a fully saturated core. The remaining shards were assigned to the cannon crews, and were being used to feed powerful essence into the cannonballs.
..As the cannons thundered, massive orbs of shining metal streaked through the air and tore into the colossal tentacles. Enormous chunks of flesh and torrents of oily black liquid filled the air, and one of the tentacles folded under its own weight, falling back into the waves.
The aim of the starboard cannoneers fell short of the mark, though, and the second tentacle continued to rise above the Night Garden.
When its massive shadow fell upon the living ship, Jet looked up with a somber expression.
"Brace."
As the enormous tentacle fell, wrapping itself around the Night Garden, four more rose from the foaming
sea.

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