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Chapter 12: Black Fleet

Author: Jules
last update publish date: 2026-01-10 00:13:15

(Aria’s Point of View)

The silence was the most terrifying sound I had ever heard.

One second, the engines were a powerful roar that promised safety. The next, they coughed a plume of black smoke and died with a pathetic gurgle. The powerboat, which had been cutting through the waves began to wallow in the swell. The sudden lack of vibration made my ears ring.

"Viktor?" I asked, my hand tightening on Elena’s shoulder. "What’s happening?"

Viktor didn't answer. He jumped to the back of the boat,
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