Charles looked back and could vaguely make out a mountainous creature floating on the sea amidst the endless storm. It appeared and disappeared in the storm, its form obscure and bizarre, impossible to clearly discern.
He drew his hand across his neck in a threatening gesture.
The chance to threaten an Evil God wasn't frequent, and Charles was intent on seizing the moment. What if he could win the favor of fate just this once?
He owed the Serpent of Destiny many favors of fate already and had also borrowed a large sum from Amon, the rebel son. Charles was certain the Serpent of Destiny had done this deliberately. How else would it allow Amon to borrow recklessly, and in his name?
Of course, it was also possible that it was his mockery of the Serpent of Destiny's lack of numeracy that provoked this minor divine punishment.
