"Do not underestimate him," Vorluk warned his brothers, his voice tight. "His power is formidable!"
Gulas and Heket exchanged a look, a flash of avaricious glee passing between them. They had not dared to hope they would find their true target on their second raid.
Across the churning water, Orion heard them. From their words, he understood two things: something terrible had happened to Marina, and these three were ignorant of his ascension to Archlord. It made sense. The distance between the north and south was vast, and there were no channels of communication between the sea-races and the peoples of the land. As for the demigodess Seraphina, why would she trouble herself to warn her descendants about a single, newly-ascended Archlord? Such a being would hardly register to one of her stature.
And if Marina were well, with her and Vorluk acting as intermediaries, it was unlikely this attack would have ever occurred.
