Ligon and Valia steadied themselves, the boat rocking beneath their weight. Water lapped hungrily at the hull as they righted their posture, shoulders brushing, breaths uneven from the chaos that had flung them down moments ago. Their eyes focused through the veil of mist, familiar shapes flickered. Deuce and his team. Their silhouettes clashing in battle with shadowy beasts. Even from afar, Valia sensed the same enchantment that had ensnared them.
“We must reach them,” Ligon rasped, his voice roughened by the Sirens’ pull. The song still clawed at his mind, coiling through his veins like smoke. “If they fall under the spell, we lose them all.”
Valia nodded, her eyes flashing with determination. But just when she thought she could shut out the voices, Valia felt her body respond to the
