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Chapter 157 Fury of the Sea, Return to Alliance

The raging currents of the Boshar Strait raged endlessly. Dark, swirling waters battered the enchanted vessel from all directions, while thick mist seeped through the layers of magical barriers, gnawing away at the protective runes carved across the hull. Giant sea wyrms, ancient beasts born of the strait’s cursed depths, circled the ship. Their massive bodies churned the waves, and rows of sharp fangs glinted coldly beneath the dim sky. Roars echoed across the water, carrying a primal hunger that promised nothing but death.

Kaisel stood rigid on the deck, his dark magic flaring nonstop. He wove defensive spells again and again, patching the cracking barriers as the sea wyrms slammed their bulky frames against the hull. Behind him, the patrol ships of Seraglo drew near. Mages aboard launched wave after wave of offensive magic, their glowing spells cutting through the mist and crashing onto the already fragile shield. Cornered between ravenous beasts and relentless pursuers, he was trapped in an inescapable death trap.

For a long while, Kaisel fought with all his strength. His mind was fixed on Scara, on Amelya and the young child hidden deep within the royal palace. The secret they guarded was a blade hang

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