A few more days passed.
Achilles was stirred from his slumber by the rays of sunlight that hit his face. His eyebrows scrunched heavily for a moment before he weakly opened his eyes.
He looked around in a daze as a terrible headache assaulted him. After it subsided for a little, he took a closer look at his surrounding and realized that he was sitting on the main deck with his back pressed against the side.
The sight around him...wasn't a pleasant one.
The main deck was littered with mangled and tattered corpses of dead abominations. Their blood dyed the ebony wood of the Solitude a disturbing color.
Furthermore, some cadavers showed signs of being rotten and decomposed beyond recognition as if some kind of poison had wrecked and destroyed their meat tissues, creating a nasty scent lingering around the ship.
Memories started flooding back to Achilles' fuzzy mind upon seeing the grotesque view.
