Roxanne took a deep breath as the light within the communication orbs dimmed and the chamber slowly returned to its ordinary stillness. The nobles who had been able to gather in the royal palace filed out one by one, each carrying the same dreadful tension in their shoulders.
Something unknown is coming toward their shores, something far beyond a diplomatic incident or the simple problem of turning Aerthysia's ships away. If Roxanne's fear is correct, if the beings born of cursed Calonia are the ones who had driven Aerthysia across the storm belt, then no matter what choice they made, whether welcoming the fleeing fleets or forcing them back into the sea, those beings would eventually reach Kaelindor's ports.
"What a cunning being," Roxanne muttered under her breath, her expression darkening with realization.
