While they sailed through Poseidon's domain, the sea turned against them. The clouds thickened, rolling over the sky until it went black.
Kael stood at the rail, feeling the wind push against his cloak. Salt stung his eyes. The air pressed in heavy, like the deep was holding its breath.
Lightning split the clouds—white and gold, sharp enough to burn the eye. Thunder came on its heels, slamming into his chest so hard it almost stole his breath. Almost. He tightened his grip on the hilt.
He tilted his head back, watching the sky twist itself into knots.
"Come at me," he said, quiet enough the wind nearly swallowed it.
The water darkened the farther they sailed. Something slid beneath the surface—scaled, slick. Gone before he could track it. Another followed. Then another.
"Looks like we've got dinner," he said, though his eyes stayed on the water.
