It didn't look good.
An iceberg nearly the size of a mountain was heading straight for them. By the time they'd spotted it through the thick mist, it was too late to maneuver.
Yet despite its slow approach, they were positioned right where it would land. The collision would be utterly unsurvivable.
They all watched the iceberg in stunned silence as Omega and Brave frantically discussed solutions. Only Leto's True Ability had the range to affect it from the ship. And he looked like death warmed over him.
He'd remained inside since they set sail, nearly unseen because the seasickness had destroyed him. After hours of throwing up into the ocean, his body was so broken he could hardly stay upright.
Saint tapped Halo on the shoulder.
"Can't your blade help?"
Halo's expression darkened for a moment.
