Chapter Fourteen: Sea-faring Folk

Despite having my ass handed to me, once I splashed in the cold water, I realized there were dangerous creatures with sharp teeth and gaping maws swimming in the deep. I summoned my minions, but it felt like they were taking their sweet ass time.

I watched as the creatures swam in the same direction, their dark green, eel-like bodies sliding through the ocean. I decided to follow and discover who was controlling them. Fifteen minutes later, they disappeared in a dark cave. There was a small island to the east that gave off horrible vibes. Skeletons of humans dotted its black-sanded beach.

Could there be a demon here?

I glanced around, racking my memories for any knowledge of a demon that was capable of this.

Human footprints dotted the island. A broken spear near an abandoned campsite caught mine eye. I studied the violet feathers that were tied to the tip of a crudely made spearhead. I had seen these before. The owners of them were very dangerous. The cursed wood they used told me its story. Gellecros, the masters of the skies, killed some humans and captured the rest to bring to the queen's nest.

I gazed at the southern sky. That's where they lived, on a cliff overlooking the ocean.

Hekin's minions would've been an interesting sight.