Softly exhaling, "Ines" snapped her fingers and shooed away the shadows. They sulked by her feet like stray dogs who were chased away, and only when she shot them a look did they finally recede into her shadow.
"Good riddance," She murmured, looking around the room.
The room had been destroyed to the point where all furniture had been reduced to dust and rubble- it was beyond unrecognizable.
Perhaps she should've come out of Ines' shadow sooner, she pondered.
Tossing the skull around, "Ines" froze and her gaze locked onto the door.
By the time she had dealt with the talkative red-headed siren, the sorcerers on the deck had probably already dealt with the other sirens.
At this rate, they were probably heading down the deck to check for casualties and the damages that had been done. Most likely, they'd first head for the upper decks of the ship as it was where the wealthy and figures of importance resided.
