Chapter 173: Different Races Have Different Notions of Time
This was not how things were supposed to unfold.
Aboard the Tempest Gale, Captain Monge Greywater stared up at the blazing meteors in the sky, his expression ashen.
"Where in the abyss did that mage come from?!"
This was clearly the ninth-tier spell Meteor Shower. Even if it was mockingly known as the worst ninth-tier spell, it was hardly something an ordinary mage could cast.
Monge knew the Silent Sea Pirates well. He had studied their forces for years. Since when had they gained a legendary mage capable of casting Meteor Shower?
Where had his calculations gone awry?
As the meteors fell, his memories flickered like a slideshow before his eyes.
He had always been exceptional. Blessed by the Lord of Storms at a young age, he became the youngest stormpriest of his generation, his command of lightning far surpassing his peers. From suppressing pirates to rising through the naval ranks and earning distinction in the war against the Emerald Dreamwood, he eventually became captain of the Tempest Gale.
Across the entire Ragetide Kingdom, there were fewer than thirty warships of this class. And once again, Monge Greywater had been the youngest captain among them.