And then she did it. Lady Seraphine—our chaotic, coffee-scented miracle worker—exhaled, placed both hands on the golden map of the continent, closed her eyes dramatically, and said:
"The ship hit an iceberg."
Silence. The kind of silence that makes the candles flicker out of respect.
The king leaned forward. "Where exactly?"
Seraphine tapped her finger, moved it across the ocean region between the Maden Kingdom and the northern Legion Sea, and circled a patch of water like she'd lived there her entire magical life.
"Here. Somewhere around here. You need to look for a broken iceberg—one side torn, scraped, jagged… like something massive sheared it violently."
Hector gasped, quill frozen midair.
General Pudding's eyes narrowed.
Jin's mouth dropped open.
And me?
