The wind grew colder the farther north they traveled.
By the time the royal fleet reached the edge of the Northern Sea, the water had turned the color of iron beneath the gray sky. Waves slammed violently against the sides of the ships, spraying freezing salt across the decks.
The ocean looked… wrong.
Too dark.
Too quiet.
Ivy stood at the front of the lead ship, her silver cloak whipping wildly behind her as the wind howled across the water.
Rowan stepped beside her, gripping the rail.
“I hate the ocean.”
Ivy smirked faintly.
“You’ve fought hundreds of warriors without blinking.”
“Warriors don’t live under the water,” Rowan replied.
Seraphine approached from behind them, clutching the glowing stone tablet that held the map of the keys.
“The rune is getting brighter.”
Ivy turne
