The welcome barrage of shimmery light-bolts from Egwae’s brothers and sisters in the heaven realm continued. Their combined assault steadily ground the serpent host back on itself. No space to maneuver will these demons have, ’ere long. Swift may our victory come.
The Wright’s battle-host tightening the net. Their rapid advance brought the nearest skiffs ever closer to each other. Livyat loomed larger, filling Egwae’s vision wherever thickening mist did not obscure it.
A massive, translucent-silver limb plunged through the vapor to strike the skiff on their right. Livyat’s tentacle sent the vessel spinning—and seven Scions tumbling overboard. “Dive!” Egwae yelled to the helmsman. “Save them we must!”Lest they drown in her hopeless void.