The Dawn broke through the waves, speeding away, leaving the raging storm far behind, as the rising smoke clouds obscured the sky, seemingly swallowing all daylight. The orange-red glow struggled to illuminate the vast cloud fog, the burning colors spreading across the horizon, as if the entire sky and storm were being consumed in the weave of thunder and rain curtains.
Bologue struggled to open all the train windows on both sides, relying on the train's speed and constant ascent, the incoming seawater quickly flowed out. The snake swarm reluctantly bit others, trying to pin themselves inside the carriage, but each was precisely hit by Canary's crossbow arrow.
Palmer laboriously pushed Hart off his chest, wielding the dagger to cut the heads off the pythons. The cold seawater soaked the ammunition, now his most proud firearms lost their usefulness, he could only wearily slash.
