Fenna awoke from a grotesque and chaotic dreamscape to find the night outside still deep—the cold, pale glow of the Creation of the World illuminated the window sill engraved with Deep Sea runes, casting a peaceful and quiet air.
Yet the scene from that bizarre dreamscape remained vividly etched in her mind—
A ship, a large vessel ablaze with green ghostly flames, emerged from the horizon where the sea met the sky, rolling over the Plunder City-State like an overwhelming mountain, the ghostly flames filled with countless cries and desolate chants roaring in unison, as though eager to overturn the entire world.
