Splash!
The six members of the Blood Dunes crashed into the dark ocean like cannonballs, sending towering curtains of seawater into the air. For several moments nothing surfaced except bubbles before six soaked figures finally broke through the waves, coughing violently as they dragged themselves toward the massive yacht anchored a short distance away.
Their soaked black kaftans clung tightly to their bodies while the crimson scarves covering their faces hung heavily around their necks. Every movement looked sluggish from exhaustion, yet there was still an unnatural resilience in their eyes as they reached the side of the vessel and began climbing onto the spacious deck one after another.
The moment they pulled themselves aboard, every one of them froze.
Damian was already waiting.
