Chapter 564

As the five Drowned were wiped out, a faint scratching sound came from the bottom of the ship and the hull, like fingernails scraping against a wall.

Rhea peered over the edge of the deck. In the murky gray water, several Drowned were climbing up the hull like water wraiths, their fingers digging into the gaps between the planks as they inched their way up.

Their movements were slow but unwavering