"This is the first time even someone as old as me has seen a storm ritual on this scale. Looks like the Dagon cult is serious this time. There must be at least one 'Chosen Son' presiding over the ritual in the Dark Sea. This is going to be tricky!"
High above Chardo Port, Triss stood in the night sky, gripping her lightning staff as gale-force winds and torrential rain battered the city and thunderbolts swept across it like serpents of lightning.
Her enormous bat wings kept her steady in the storm. The psychic field flowing around her kept even the wildest raindrops from touching her, while her sharp, blood-red eyes gazed toward the harbor district.
She was trying to locate the storm ritual's core by tracking the turbulent flow of psychic energy. In truth, even before Old Qin sent someone to notify her, Triss already knew what she needed to do.
"It should be somewhere offshore, beneath the deep sea. They really picked a good spot. My wings won't protect me in the abyss if I have to fight the Dagon cult's deep walkers.
"But to prepare such a complex ritual in so little time, it seems the Father of Fish, who's always stayed out of the mainland's affairs, has turned his gaze toward this City of Machines.
"Hmm. We can be almost certain now that Dagon is among the evil gods behind the Twilight. But if I remember right, he appeared even earlier than Wam and the Spider Lady."
Triss narrowed her eyes. Amid the rolling thunder, she said softly, "And based on Edward's diary, which little Murphy showed me, it's not hard to conclude that the secrets of the Eden District's Department of Mysteries played a part in Dagon's birth. Heh. Evil traditions really do run in