CHAPTER 28 : THE VOLCANO’S BLOOD AND THE TWILIGHT OF ALBERIK
THE ASSAULT OF THE TOXIC MISTS
Daylight had not broken over the ocean bordering the Black Galate Beach; it had simply dissolved into a silty, stifling grey. The coalition fleet, composed of the massive drakkars of the Blue Glacier Royal Clan and the agile vessels of the Sun Bearer Royal Pack, cut through water as black as ink. Before them loomed Alberik’s domain: the Island of the Extinct Volcano, encircled by a wall of greenish fog, a barrier of gaseous poisons designed to liquefy the lungs of any intruder before they could even catch sight of dry land.
At the prow of the flagship, Thalys stood motionless. His gaze, usually a polar blue, already shimmered with the golden reflections of Ivan, his snow leopard, who growled sile
