On the deck, made of fire and softly glowing with a reddish hue.

The Red Reapers were celebrating their victory, each in their own way.

Some clenched their fists, exchanging glances with each other.

One Red Reaper collapsed onto the deck with a look of relief, as though saying "It's finally over."

Another Red Reaper raised a scythe and hammer, made of fire, high into the sky.

Some Red Reapers, perhaps moved by the actions of the others, rubbed their plump cheeks together.

In the heart of victory, one Red Reaper felt an ominous sense and shook their head to …