Chapter 2632
Matthias’s fleet sailed into the fog-choked depths of the East Dragonmarsh Sea.
Lead-gray clouds hung low over the horizon. Even the salty breeze carried a faint, metallic tang, like rust left too long in the rain.
On the main deck of the Jingtao, Matthias twirled a white jade chess piece between his fingers, eyes fixed on the mist ahead. A vanguard escort ship had been out of contact for thirty minutes, and the waterway marked “safe” on the charts was now as silent as a sealed tomb.
“Your Highness, the water’s wrong,” the old helmsman muttered, pressing a palm to the trembling compass. A frost rimmed the edge of the disk, and the copper needle quivered as if under strain. “This fog… it’s alive.”
Before Matthias could respond, a sharp whhhsssh split the air.
From the west, a column of water surged upward, flinging the half-shattered wreck of a ship into view before the waves swallowed it. Deck lanterns flickered like dying fireflies, then vanished into the dark green deep.