Outside the porthole, they couldn’t see anything anymore. The waves had calmed a little, but visibility had been reduced to zero. Not even the most skilled captain would be able to steer this ship without leading it to the bottom of the sea, but Karadra controlled it with magic and, therefore, they still sailed between the rocks. “What became of that place?” Arsik asked hoarsely, holding Maestra in his arms. Her naked body was wrapped around him like a cloak. “A graveyard,” she replied softly. “An endless graveyard the size of a city. They named it Evergrave.” “Evergrave…” he echoed. “Who named it?” Maestra shrugged. “I don’t know. History, I guess? The bards? Though, it is rumored that a necromancer resides there now.” “A necromancer?” “A mage. I think his name was

