Chapter 114
****** Marvel frowned. “You want me to hunt whales?” “No,” said the Orlean. “I want you to hunt the sea whip.” We stared at him in shock. I almost laughed. “You’re looking for a dragon?” Marvel said incredulously. “The ice dragon,” said the Orlean. “Narty.” Narty. In the stories, the sea whip was a cursed prince, forced to take the form of a sea serpent and guard the frigid waters of the Bone Road. That was Morozova’s second amplifier? “It’s a fairy tale,” Marvel said, voicing my own thoughts. “A children’s story. It doesn’t actually exist.” “There have been sightings of the sea whip in these waters for years,” said the Orlean. “Along with mermaids and white selkies. It’s a myth.” The Orlean arched a brow. “Like the stag?” Marvel glanced at me. I gave an infinitesiMarvel shake o
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