As Naeve and Sunny made their way across the wall of the port fortress, the battle grew louder behind them. Sounds of screams rose into the night sky, and the battlements beneath them shuddered. Ignoring all of it, they rushed forward.
As they ran, Naeve yelled:
"Have you ever fought in the water?!"
Sunny spared him a tense look, remembering the harrowing journey across the dark sea of the Forgotten Shore. The boat Nephis had built of demon bones did not survive till the end…
"Once!"
The Nightwalker let out a nervous laugh.
"How did it go?!"
Sunny gritted his teeth.
"I'm alive, aren't I?!"
There was not much choice, anyway. Naeve was probably the only Ascended of the House of Night inside the fortress — the rest were protecting the battleships sailing across the strait. Bloodwave was going to need all the help he could get, so Sunny had to join the hunt for the dreadful Terror.
Plus, he wanted to. The abominable creature deserved to die, and especially so by his hand.
