Chapter 154: The Wake of the Abyss

The ship tore through the waves, the winds screaming past as Blackreach collapsed in the distance. The city that had stood for centuries was now sinking into the sea, swallowed by whatever had awoken beneath it. Blue fire flickered in the darkness, casting eerie shadows across the crumbling ruins. The sky above churned with unnatural clouds, streaks of violet and black twisting like veins through the heavens. The water itself rippled in unnatural ways, as if something beneath the surface was breathing.

Damien stood at the bow of the stolen ship, his steel-gray eyes locked on the horizon. His mind should have been on the immediate danger—the creatures, the collapsing city, the Abyss King's final words—but instead, all he could think about was what came next. He had planned for war against the Ironclad Alliance. He had expected assassins, fleets, armies. But this? This was beyond any war he had ever known.