The turbulent water far below surged and rose. A massive wave rushed across the canal, carrying an incalculable number of tiny abominations with it. In the distance, a halo of silver radiance illuminated the shores of both islands.
A moment later, the wind brought the sounds of a furious cannonade and of an eerie, echoing cacophony of roars.
The Night Garden was approaching.
The canals separating the islands of the Eternal City were truly vast, some spanning several kilometers across, but they were still hardly wide enough to navigate a titanic ship through them.
Unless a truly exceptional helmsman steered it.
And at the moment, the living ship was being guided by one such man.
Nightwalker's face had betrayed a wistful expression when he stepped aboard his former home and stronghold. Looking around, he remained silent for a long while, and then smiled bitterly.
"Love what you've done to the place."
