Chapter 1028: Unspeakable
In the coastal waters of Ravenfell, a terrifying battle was about to erupt.
A dozen galleons, their black sails billowing in the wind and proudly bearing the banner of a white skull crowned in obsidian, surged across the waters toward the Harbor Quarter like sharks scenting blood.
The waves churned in their wake, and the sound of war drums echoed faintly over the crashing surf. On deck, armored Magi moved with cruel purpose, each vessel being led by a powerful Mana Vortex Magus.
Their objective was rather simple and obvious: destroy the ports, wreak havoc, and surround the forces of Ravenfell.
The Mana Core Magi were already engaged elsewhere, away from the city. The city’s ancient sewer network had already been compromised, and the cultists were already crawling beneath Ravenfell like a plague.
And now, with the fleet approaching fast, the Harbor District was on the verge of destruction. If it fell, the Cult would have all it needed to execute a devastating pincer assault, crushing the city between fire from below... and fury from the sea.
Not to mention, the seed of death they had sown in the Corvid Quarter almost a decade ago.
No matter how much Ravenfell prepared for this battle, they would always fall short. The Cult’s anti-divination measures were just too strong. Not to mention, the mysterious Cult Leader also had the strange ability to mask truth as lies.
This was going to be a very bloody battle.
Civilians and Magi on the docks, upon glimpsing the oncoming fleet, froze in horor. Their eyes were wide with shock and their breaths were caught in their throat.
Then came the screams. Utter pandemonium descended upon the docks.
The mortals dropped crates, tools, and fishing nets where they stood, scattering like ants from a flame. Panic swept the harbor district like a tidal wave, and their terrified cries rose into the sky, melding with the gulls’ shrieks and the crash of the waves.