The beam overhead gave way and crashed to the deck of the Tovil-Toba's bridge. Ryven cried out to warn Titus, but was already too late. The jagged end of a large metal beam plunged through Titus's chest, blood spewing in a spray of crimson, and spattered out his mouth. He survived just long enough to pull himself off of it, which sealed his fate. Ryven's vision went red. He could feel the tears welling in his eyes. This was his fault. His plan to kill his cousin succeeded, but in rage, Titus drove the fleet into the Guristas compound, revenge as his goal. Rage was his downfall. No less culpable, Ryven drove his guilt into rage and took command of his shattered fleet, blind to the destruction around him. Ship after ship exploded into fiery chaos until only the Raven and a cormorant remained, the lone victors, battered and burning. Ryven gave the order.
"Destroy their base. All of it."
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