"Weigh anchor! Now!" Mobius, the army commander, gave the order. The sailors hauled on the iron chains, slowly raising the anchor.
Just as the warships were about to get underway, Rhonin stopped Mobius.
"This is urgent. We don't have time to sail there. Jaina, go to the other warship and assist me." Rhonin made the decision for Mobius, leaving no room for argument.
Utterly confused, Mobius looked at Rowan. "But... if we don't sail there, are we supposed to fly?"
Rowan did not answer. He simply asked, "Commander Mobius, time is short. Are the soldiers, cannons, and gunners all ready?"
"Everything is ready, Young Master Rowan."
"Wait for the two Archmages to cast their spell." Rowan drew a deep breath, steadying the tangled emotions inside him.
Following Young Master Rowan's orders, Mobius directed every soldier on deck to go below.
Once the soldiers were standing by belowdecks, dazzling arcane light enveloped all of Morris Harbor.
A ring-shaped Arcane Magic Circle spread outward from Rhonin, sending out wave after wave of ripples.
Arcane energy surged, and Teleportation Runes rose into the air. White patterns within the purple radiance covered every part of the warships.
"Jaina! Charge the Teleportation Runes!"
Jaina carefully charged every rune, then called out, "Charging complete! Awaiting confirmation of destination coordinates."
"Coordinates confirmed! Teleport!"
The Arcane Magic Circle suspended in midair instantly descended onto the two Iron Battleships.
Arcane energy enveloped the two warships at the harbor, turning their enormous hulls into drifting silhouettes of light. After a blinding white flash, only wisps of arcane energy remained in the harbor.
"My apologies, Captain David. We're late." Lillard crossed the gangplank between the two ships and boarded the Norwington Family's warship.
It was the only warship that had not sunk.
Leonard bent over Byron, dressing his wounds. Blood-soaked