Time, it was the ultimate weapon of the timeless. Having been given one more day by the strange Mayfly that controlled this time-loop, Scar did not waste it. He had spent the entire day today carving these runes in preparation of this battle.

The process of carving was much easier with his latest evolution. Previously he was able to simply create the runes in the air, by pouring spiritual energy through his threads. He still could do that. Now that he could make his threads physical, he could combine it with the new ability to turn his spiritual energy into a burning force that could carve through physical and meta-physical alike.

The result was his threads being turned into runic brands. All he had to do was form the runes with his threads, control the energy and simply press the brand into the surface for quick writing. It was naturally easier said than done.

Such a description overlooked the fact that he had to have a perfect understanding of the rune, know it to the smallest details, be able to craft it with his threads completely from memory including the differences in depths, line thickness etc.

It also overlooked the fact that unlike traditional carving, it left no room for mistakes. Once the brand was made, he had to stick with it. But it also demonstrated the progress that Scar, and all the Seth's, had made in their study of runes.

If their teacher could see them now... Well he would probably scold him for slacking in his studies in some areas and school him on the subjects he was struggling with. But perhaps there would also be some pride.

The barrier itself was not the only defence he had made. After all, it was not a solid wall. Multiple runes made up the wall, which meant it was multiple panels overlaid. With their flexible nature, if the crew charged the shields and pressed into them, they would be able to slip through the gaps between the panels.

He had prepared fire and explosive runes to act as mines, as well as his own threads to stop any charge. But it was all for naught. It seemed his first interaction left too much of an impression on them.

No matter, if they would not come to meet their demise, then he would have to simply have to bring death to them. Honestly, they should thank him for the free delivery and exemplary service he had put in to crafting the perfect trap for them.

But it was doubtful they would ever show the due appreciation.

The shield in front of the trio dropped as the cannons were still in the process of being reloaded. The moment the shield disappeared, Cynthia stepped forwards. Running to the edge of the cliff, she leapt off of its edge and plummeted through the air.

With perfect form, she passed through the fog and fell to the water below, diving into the salty water with a small splash where she was quickly engulfed to the waves.

However, even if they were reloading, the ships were not idle. The chains that connected to their broken hulls and which disappeared into the fog began to rattle as whatever they bound began to move.

A few of the chains dragged with them the broken fragments of completely shattered hulls of the few ships that had 'sunk'.

However before they could even begin to think of retreat, Scar drew his sword and tossed it into the air. The [Fjord Carver] spun in the air, before stopping and turning so it pointed towards the ships like an arrow.

With a snap of Scar's fingers, the falchions barnacle covered blade erupted into azure flames. A second later, it burst forwards, blazing through the air like a streaking comet. The sword cut through the chains, causing them to limply fall into the fog, where they were lost to sight.

As soon as they disappeared from sight, the dreaded chains grew silent, and in their place came a low hissing noise. The fog stirred as something moved within its depths, even if those depths were barely enough to reach their knee caps.

Yet even still, a second later, Scar leapt backwards just as a colossal claw erupted from the fog. It snapped in the air, irritated that it had lost its prey, but it didn't retreat.

The claw slammed down onto the ground, rumbling the cliff side, as the creature hidden in the fog dragged itself out. Eight pointed legs, covered in deep grey chitinous armour and with tuffs of wiry hairs jutting out of the gaps, dug themselves into the ground to support the huge body they carried.

Instead of hands it had pincers, their edges serrated like steak knifes. Spittle flew from its mouth as its mandibles wriggled in annoyance, and a pair of black beady eyes sat atop stalks were glaring down at them in anger and hunger.

The Colossal Grey crab snapped its pincers, as more bodies emerged from the fog around it. None of them were identical in appearance to the first. For instance the second that appeared had a more humanoid appearance, standing at 6 foot tall and only with two legs that ended in three toes.

Yet the human appearance ended there, as it had the same ash grey chitin covering its body as the first. Instead of a human head, it was as if a crabs body had lost its arms and legs and been glued on top. Razor sharp pincers, that resembled carving shears more than grabbing pincers, replaced its hands.

More and more crab hybrids crawled or swam their way out of the fog. Some appearing like fish that had grown crab legs and arms, while others looked like other the crab version of a mermaid, with a water logged humans body sprouting from a crabs body and holding a trident of bone in its hands.

There were even a few sharks, their deadly bodies covered in ashen chitin that swam around the legs of the largest crab, like pilot fish.

It was unclear if the largest was responsible for these mutations, or if it was simply a quirk of evolution that so many unrelated things had somehow all gotten the genius idea to become crab-like. But all of them wore heavy collars made of an eery green steel and which had severed chains dangling from them.

The giant grab towering above them hissed in hunger once more, reaching out with its snapping pincer, only to let out an ear piercing shriek moments later. It stumbled back, letting out a cry that sounded like rusty nails dragging down a chalk board, as it waved its severed arm around in pain, wisps of azure flames lingering on the fresh cut.

Scar's comet swirled around them before diving back down, coming to a stop as it hovered in front of him.

Mayfly wriggled on the ground, still bound by Scar's threads, as he let out muffled cries of terror and stared at the severed crab claw that was twice as big as he was. The same one that had nearly crushed him when it came crashing to the floor.

However his terrified whimpers were drowned out by the screams, and by the excited giggling coming from beside Scar.

Daisy was practically vibrating with excitement as she looked at the hordes of monsters in front of her, which was only growing as more pulled themselves from the fog. She turned to scar excitedly, clutching the edge of his cloak in her adorable little hands as she looked up at him with the widest smile.

"Oh, Does this mean finally get to use it? Do I? Please please please pleasepleaseplease Pleeeeeeease"

Scar chuckled softly, raising his hand and preparing to snap his fingers, "I suppose now is as good a time as any. Get ready then."

Daisy let out whoops of excitement. She was supposed to be practicing her sword skills on the crew like last time. But with these unexpected foes, plans had to change. She jumped a few times, doing a short dance of excitement, and when Scar snapped his fingers her body dropped like a sack of potatoes.

Her physical body that was, which Scar quickly moved out of the way along with the whimpering Mayfly. Daisy's true ghostly form stood proudly in front of the seafood buffets worth of monsters.

Her severed head bobbed above her stump neck, the same goofy smile still plastered across her face, as she struck an idol.

Her stance wide, one hand on her hip while the other one was thrust high above her head, pointing to the sky.

"SPARKLE POWER! TRANSSSFOOOORM!"

She shouted at the top of her lungs. At the same moment, as if it was perfectly coordinated, a small dot appeared in the sky above her where her finger was pointing.

A speck that rapidly became a box as it rocketed through the air. A box that slammed into the ground, crushing the smiling ghost girl underneath it.

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