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Below them, the pirates of Scrimshaw cheered—a sound that was quickly lost in the wind. Tristan looked down. The ocean was a blue sheet far below. He looked at Saoirse. Her hair was whipping in the wind, her eyes glowing violet. She was laughing. A wild, terrified, exhilarating laugh. "We’re flying," she shouted. Tristan squeezed her hand. "Next stop," he yelled, "The Whispering Pass!" They turned the ship toward the mainland, a flying bomb aimed at the heart of the Empire. End of Chapter 20

The first wave rose, impossibly high, gleaming red under the pale morning sun. And through the roar, I thought I heard laughter hers, sharp and broken, blending with the storm. I turned, shouting down the tower, “Sound the alarm! Wake the Luna!” The horns cried again, louder this time. The fortress stirred, wolves howling in unison. The sea had started breathing again. And every breath sounded like war. Clara POV The sea obeyed. It rose slow at first, as if waking from a long dream smooth and deliberate, a creature remembering its own body.

Not for me. Wonderful. Three hours later, the music was a headache and my legs were cramping. I tossed the book back at her. "Seriously, Selene? My brain is melting." The book was a monstrosity. If there were four volumes before this, the world was truly lost. It was a literal manual on how to be a professional siren. Step-by-step instructions on how to hunt a male. Selene was staring out at the passing trees, her brown hair shielding her face. "Why am I reading this garbage?" I demanded, holding the book with two fingers like it was a rotting carcass.

We left the dead monster and the rusty wreck behind us and went deeper into the Bed of the Atlantic. The closer we came to the origin of the SOS signal, the more the Environment. The fine white salt dust weighed a damp, black mud, under our chains. The yellow sulphur mist cleared and became from an unexpected, strange source. “That... that cannot be,” Silas whispered and pushed his face almost against the reinforced front glass. His monocle ratted as wild as it would try

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The sea stretched endlessly ahead, calm and glistening beneath the afternoon sun. After everything they had endured on the cursed island—battles fought, lives nearly lost, truths uncovered—the ocean now offered a strange, almost surreal serenity. On the deck of the large ship, with sails fluttering gently in the wind, Alexandro leaned against the wooden railing, his arms crossed as he stared into the blue distance.

(Jace’s Perspective) For fourteen years, my world was measured in the slow, rhythmic breathing of dormant cannons. I knew the weight of lead, the cold slumber of Cordite, and the precise, heavy frequency of a continent resting in peace. I did not know the ocean. The Resonance had been sailing west for forty-two days. The deep sight—the massive, warm blanket of the founding ground’s empathy grid—had stretched thinner and thinner with every mile. By the thirtieth day, it was nothing but a fragile silver thread humming faintly through the dark iron keel of our ship. By the fortieth day, it was gone entirely.

I knew under the silver dome a late lunch would be waiting for us. “You did, it made me feel all tingly. You make me feel tingly. I can make you feel tingly too.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. Drunk Sarah was cute. “You already make me feel all tingly.” She slumped against me and I turned my head back to look at her. Her eyes were glassy, her hair tumbling in soft waves from the salt water. Her cheeks were slightly pink from too much sun and I knew that tomorrow she’d be feeling all the alcohol.

The second Mara crashed. The sea shot like arms. Jonas grabbed Mara and held her tight so that the waves did not break her. And then Mara turned the key. A sound went through the world. Not loud. Deep. Like a breath after an infinite time. The sea solidified. All people remained in the water. The second Mara opened the mouth — but no sound came out. Cracks pulled through their gigantic body. Silver light broke out. She looked at Mara. Not angry. Sad. And quietly she said: