“Pris!” Asinia screamed. I whirled, scanning the distance. And a choked sob ripped its way free from my throat. Hundreds of Arslan ships began to rise from deep beneath the water, directly behind Regner’s fleet. Rythos and Madinia had made it happen. Regner’s ships began to burst into flames. Except they weren’t just burning. No, they were turning to ash. Madinia was here. And she was furious.
