**Across the Waters—Dream Cave**
Their journey to the Andals was surprisingly smooth. No harsh storms, no sea hazard. It was so smooth that Ember feared it was just the calm before the storm. That perhaps the real devil was sleeping beneath the sea, biding its time.
The itinerary of ten she and the queen had personally chosen for the journey in reality acted like her spies. All Ember needed to do was hide away in her room, studying countless documents until her eyes bled, while they discreetly reported to her the conducts of the rest of their envoy.
So far, no one had acted out of place. Not like that allayed her in the bit.