Chapter 33
King Hermon Cordillera remained at the bow of his Shadow. He hadn’t expected a battle on the sea. Somehow the Voyagers were ready for his armada with a heavily-armed fleet of their own. His misconception was that they ruled the sea.
Those days were gone.
The cannons sang. Cannonballs whistled through the air. The impact wreaked havoc and destruction.
The shouts, screams, explosions—and coupled with the melody of the storm—was like music to the king. He reveled in the discombobulation all around him.
His energy increased. The need for rest vanished. The excitement titillated his senses.
Shadow cut through the waves easily, the wind at her back, filling her sails. She sped across the sea faster than a horse galloping across an open field.
Currents ran through his body. His
