Shivnath is scheming again.
Perhaps this time, her scheming would work in Kraken’s favor.
With great reluctance, Kraken retracted a tentacle that was busy ravaging a warship. He managed to grasp several squirming bodies and secret them to his open beak before he lifted the limb, offering it to Keriya in a truce. If Shivnath had approved the human’s involvement, then he might be spared from punishment . . . for now.
Keriya jumped from the sinking hull onto his proffered arm, swaying as she tried to balance on his rubbery flesh.
“Thanks,” she said, flashing him a smile.
Shädar noticed the change in dynamic between god and human and signaled to his comrades. He and Ítas swooped toward Keriya, talons outstretched. Ashétyn rallied and broke through her prison. Before Kraken could attack th
