Out in the open seas, Fritz had left before everyone had been prepared to deal with the monstrosity.
The open black waters, accompanied by gray skies felt like he wasn't even in the same world compared to Raias, Gremory, or anything he was used to.
Yet he pressed on, with nothing but his tiny crew and boat, braving the waters. The sea had been restless since he left Khaz Vordun, but it was not until the horizon began to tilt that Fritz understood the scale of it all.
The first jolt came without warning. The hull shuddered beneath him as though struck from below, and the boat veered sharply to the side. A crate slid across the deck and slammed into the railing. The mast groaned under the sudden strain, swaying and bobbing with the waves.
Fritz turned immediately toward the source.
Far in the distance, Khaz Vordun became a silhouette. And between him and the city…the ocean folded upward.
