Viscount Borough's Port
Right before Roxanne turned toward the shore with Vivianne in her arms, she caught sight of a magic flare streaking across the distant sky. Her brow furrowed as she slowed midair, eyes narrowing while she followed its fading trail toward the horizon.
Vivianne noticed at once where her wife was looking. The spirits stirred around her in response, answering her silent request, peeling back distance and mist alike. In the next heartbeat, Vivianne shared her vision.
"Three more ships," she said quietly, her voice steady. "Almost identical to the one I destroyed."
Roxanne's aura rippled outward, a low, dangerous growl vibrating deep in her chest. "That's—"
She could see them now: three massive vessels lingering far on the horizon, their silhouettes warped and wrong against the line where sea met sky. They were waiting for the scout ship that had pursued the Aerthysian fleets, the very ship Vivianne had erased from existence.
