"Madam Vivian!!"
His voice cut clearly through the rain and distant thunder.
"I actually have a light-related skill!!"
Grace stood beside Jake, rain dripping from her golden hair, her expression firm despite the worry still lingering in her eyes.
Jake kept his hand raised high under the pouring rain, his voice still carrying that steady confidence as he looked up toward Vivian and Garrick.
Outwardly, he looked completely composed.
But inside—
'…Am I scared?'
If anyone asked him that question right now, the answer would be immediate and honest.
Fuck yes, he was scared!
Right now his heart was pounding hard against his ribs.
The black sea below looked endless and hostile under the storm.
The smiling masks of the Drowned Stalkers swayed silently in front the ship, and somewhere beneath that dark water… their true bodies were waiting.
He didn't know how deep they were.
He didn't know how many there were.
