All of us, except Litha, who had already spent her energy, picked positions and attacked from there.
Cele raised her hands, and her Grimoire flared to life above her, glowing like molten lava. The midnight sea lit up in red as fire poured down from her palms. She didn't try to control it, letting it surge out in a brutal wave of heat.
The sea below her boiled and hissed, steam rising high into the air like fog. Awakeners without shields caught fire and threw themselves into the scalding water. Wooden ships cracked as the flames devoured them, and even the section of our own ship where Cele stood began to melt.
On the opposite side, Temur was releasing two arrows per heartbeat, his hand blurring in the dark. His aura soaked into each shaft, turning them into streaks of reddish force that howled through the air as they split the wind.
