Tiberius has been preparing. Now it makes sense why he was so confident the day he emerged from the shadows. He really thinks he can bring the entire supernatural world to its knees.
They outnumber us ten to one. Their numbers are way more than any of us could’ve predicted, but our warriors don’t hesitate, charging straight at the enemy.
The numbers don’t matter. We’re the Tetrad kingdom with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse leading us. They have no idea who they are up against.
Eldoris used to mean something once upon a time. It was the only place for merfolk, a symbol of strength and community, but all of it went down the drain when the reins fell into the wrong hands.
Akihiko and I split just before impact. He veers off, leading his half of the warriors to form a tight circle around the battlefield, cutting off our enemies before they can even reach the front lines.
Arrows start raining from above, flying in every direction as both sides scramble to secure the higher ground.
Seiji and Akihiko answer with spiraling winds, mini tornadoes that rip mermen off their feet, knotting bodies together before hurling them far from the fight.
But Scylla, massive creature of the sea, floods in next, their mind numb from siren songs. Twelve-foot beasts with too many heads and too many teeth force us to step back and figure out how to break past them.
It takes a dozen fighters to bring down just one. If we don’t get them under control, our numbers will start bleeding fast.
It feels wrong to harm them when they don’t even know what they’re doing, but at this point, it’s them or us.
We almost ruled out including our dragon fleets, but I’m glad Harvey had the foresight to keep a few fleets nearby for backup. Now the Scyllas are up against dragons with no way to douse the fire under the dome.
The tide quickly shifts in our favor, but before I can celebrate, an explosion of light fractures above us.
Shards of glowing blue ice rain down from the sky like spears, crackling with energy as they tear through the air, turning the battlefield into a storm of raw, unstoppable power.
Massive shards slam into the ground, pinning warriors like insects, their life draining out in seconds.
I know Nevaeh will resurrect our fallen, but she won’t be able to do anything if there’s no body left to put the soul back in.
Dean’s reapers move fast, coming to the rescue. Their shadows swallow the warriors before teleporting them out of harm’s way.
Soon enough, Eldoris runs out of magical spears, and we figure out the patterns, dodging them easily.
What kind of strategist made this play so easily calculable?
When Nevaeh promised she’d hold down an army for me one day, I didn’t think she meant it like this.
Every step I take, she is three steps ahead of me, clearing a path straight to Tiberius. It reminds me of when we took down Visha’s minions, and I was the one helping her.
Nevaeh is chaos unleashed, her Divine tearing through merwarriors in half as they try to flee when they realize their songs don’t work on her, thanks to the blood seal on her wrist.
She spins the double-edged spear in the air like an extension of her arm.
I knew it was the best choice for her. It’s similar to Dean’s scythe but gives her enough room to attack from both sides. It’s good practice for when she inherits the scythe one day.
Nevaeh flings a man behind her without looking, and I’m impressed by her aim when he lands right at my feet.
I drop low and drive both my blades in, one in his throat, the other through his heart.Between the two of us, we leave no space for anyone to slither past.
When I glance up, she gives me a thumbs-up with a proud grin.
“I don’t get why they call you crazy. You’re fucking lethal, sharky.”
I shake my head with a laugh, flicking the blood off my blades, then wiping the rest on my thigh.
I hate spoiling my shiny blades with filthy merblood, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices.
A warrior charges from my right. I turn just in time to slide between his legs before turning around to stab the backs of his thighs. I jump to my feet and finish it by slicing his throat.
