Nebun pointed outwards, towards the harbor, with a great stomp his entire army surged forward, walking straight into the ocean. The few living people Nebun had forced to his cause boarded a large open-sea barge that had survived the attack. Nebun's army marched ahead of it on the sea-floor, paying no heed to the water pressing down in them. The dead had no need of air. Before Nebun himself headed into the ocean, a skeletal figure comprised of black blood ripped up from the ground beside him. With a salute, it handed him a satchel filled with about 100 souls. "It would seem our dear Drake has fulfilled his end of the bargain." He says with a smirk, popping them into his mouth one-by-one. "I needed something to snack on during the trip."