The ocean had grown quiet again.
Too quiet.
The corpse of the Devourer’s first child slowly sank beneath the waves, its dark blood dissolving into the black depths below.
The fleet drifted across the surface of the Northern Sea, battered but still afloat.
Warriors pulled survivors from the freezing water.
Broken ships creaked against the waves.
But everyone’s attention remained fixed on one thing.
The faint silver glow deep beneath the ocean.
The third key.
Rowan climbed back onto the lead ship, shifting into human form as water poured from his hair and shoulders.
“That thing is definitely dead, right?” he muttered.
Seraphine nodded, though her expression remained tense.
“Yes.”
She stared into the water.
“But the voice that spoke through it…”
Rowan finished the thought.
“Th
