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Three ships approached the southern border of Adeth Peak Isle. Lilianya watched as they neared. So far, so good. She saw nothing amiss.
Her arms clutched tighter around Paedyn as Pyro tilted left. It was Lilianya’s first time on a wyvern. Pyro had been reluctant at first to carry a second rider. Wyverns weren’t as large or as strong as dragons. Typically, one rider was all they could handle. At least for the long term.
Lilianya had to be there. She had to see the attack. Even though no one had attacked yet, she knew they would. Lilianya could feel it in her bones.
A wave caught her attention. It shouldn’t have. Waves crashed hard against the island all the time. The mountains surrounding the island prevented most from hitting land, but the waves were strong.
The wave that caught he
