The entire island was shaking.
Daemon stumbled forward, feeling the ground tremble beneath his feet. Trees cracked in the distance. The sky had turned a strange gray, like the heavens themselves were holding their breath.
The tortoise… it's sinking, Daemon thought. Is it dead?
He didn't know.
But he was sure of one thing Kama-Shima was disappearing.
They had to move. Now.
"Go," Daemon growled, taking off through the forest.
They sprinted through the jungle dodging fallen branches, prisoners fighting to the death, wild beasts stampeding through the madness. The path to the shore was chaos, smoke, and screams.
Nyxtriel guided daemon and varian to dodge pass those deadly traps by using the Prisoners as shield.
Finally, they broke through the tree line.
Ahead the sea. The boat. Freedom.
A massive wooden vessel sat at the edge of the dock, rocking violently. Explosions echoed behind them.
