Sea fog shrouded the warship, and Yazir suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.
That was the fog from the Misty Sea! This was bad.
Yazir's heart sank, and panic scattered his thoughts. Having ventured into the Misty Sea himself, he knew all too well how powerful its fog was. Within it, people not only lost their sense of direction; more importantly, even when those trapped knew they were in danger, illusions could turn a tiny patch of open ground into a prison, holding the creatures within the fog captive.
The two prophets had barely stepped onto the deck before running into this trouble. Yazir dared not dwell on the implications, especially since their enemy was Rowan.
He had to do something. If the two prophets died, it would be an enormous loss for Princess Talanji.
Of course, that was a concern for later. In the naval battle before them, without Zul and Zuluhed to control the situation, victory was still anyone's guess.
"Load all the remaining Lightning Burst Cannonballs. Aim at the enemy ship's fog-shrouded starboard side and fire!" With Prophet Zul absent, seniority made Yazir the fleet commander.
A series of booming shots rang out. Silvery lightning flashed through the gray-red clouds, and flickering arcs spread across the starboard hull of Rowan's warship.
Every gunner on the Cannon Deck suffered injuries of varying severity. The casualty count remained uncertain.
Rowan sat on a long wooden bench, calmly admiring the three great beasts imprisoned within the fog.
Suddenly, faint sparks shot through the air and struck Rowan's face with a crackle.
Fortunately, the current was weak. It merely singed his eyebrows and curled his hair.
Meanwhile, the staff tending the steam engines and the Engine Room suffered a near-devastating blow.
The workers near the boilers were surrounded by iron