His thrashing created waves four times her height. The tiny rock perch wouldn’t protect Keriya from the turbulent sea. She set her sights on the nearest ship and, steeling herself, teleported.
With a flash, she was on deck. Moorfainian soldiers were running, screaming, firing useless weapons at the ravenous god. Kraken had just cleaned out another ship. He bent the metal hull in half, discarding it with a push of watermagic. A line of sinking destroyers littered the ocean behind him. And beyond their broken hulls . . .
“Helkryvt’s blood,” Keriya moaned. The Jidaelni fleet was sailing in from the northeast.
A halberdier with a crazed glint in his eyes raced toward her. Keriya drew Sethildras and met the swing of his weapon. His polearm glanced off her blade. She disengaged and cut at the
