“Boom—”
Black thunder cracked through the lead-gray sky, and the hull of the Dragon Elephant tossed like a leaf in raging waves.
Water pooled on the deck, mixed with shards of ice, and the gale whipped it into the soldiers’ armor with a sharp crackle.
Tristan clung to the mast, his brocade robe soaked, yet he kept his spine straight.
Ahead, the silhouette of an island emerged through the mist. His brow eased, and fire lit his eyes.
“My lord! It’s Fairyharbor Island! We’ve reached it!” Milton, the butler beside him, trembled with excitement.
Even this shrewd old man couldn’t hide his relief.