Quefaialm: In Another World With A Battleship

Chapter 27: Sailed Again

The grotesque thing that I had done was finished.

A normal person might feel guilt, but I didn't. I didn't feel anything.

In fact, if anything, there was satisfaction. After everything they had done to my ship, to my home, they deserved nothing less.

I stood there, breathing heavily, my gaze fixed on the twisted remains of the soldiers.

The skeletons moved, cleaning up the mess without hesitation. It was over.

The quiet that followed the chaos was unsettling.

The beach, once filled with the sounds of clashing metal and desperate cries, was now eerily silent.

The only movement came from the skeletal soldiers, who carried out their grim task with mechanical precision.

Lira, standing nearby, was watching the skeletons work, her expression unreadable.

Her crimson eyes flicked over to me, then back to the ship. "That's one way to make sure they don't get back up."

I didn't respond at first. Instead, I just looked at Leith, my battleship, still half-buried in the sand.

There were scratches in the hull, and dents in places where the soldiers had tried to damage it.

The sight was infuriating. Every mark, every scrape was an insult.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palm as I exhaled slowly.

"We need to get her back in the water," I said.

Lira nodded and stepped forward.

As I watched her, a thought hit me.

"But... how do we even do that?" I asked.

Lira didn't answer right away.

Instead, she smirked.

Then, she turned to the skeletons and gave a simple order. "Stop."

The skeletons, which had been cleaning up the battlefield, immediately froze in place.

For a moment, everything was still. Then, the ground started to shake.

A deep, steady rumble filled the air, vibrating through my boots. I glanced at Lira, but she just watched, calm and confident.

Then, before my eyes, the skeletons began to move again—but not in the way I expected.

They were merging.

Bones twisted, shifting into place as they climbed on top of each other, their forms warping together like pieces of a puzzle.

Skulls and ribs fused, arms stretched unnaturally, and soon, the pile of bones had taken shape into something massive.

"A... golem?" I muttered in disbelief.

The skeletal giant stood tall, its hollow eye sockets glowing faintly with unnatural light.

It turned its head toward the ship.

And then, it moved.

"Woah, careful."

Its massive hands reached out, placing themselves carefully against the ship's hull.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, with slow, deliberate strength, the bone golem began to lift.

The ship groaned under the strain, the weight immense even for such a construct.

I tensed, half-expecting something to snap—the ship, the golem, both—but the creature held firm.

The skeletons that formed it shifted and adjusted as though they were alive, constantly reinforcing weak points, compensating for the sheer bulk they carried.