Lord Sea Tide said nothing at all.
Emery hadn't heard a single word from him throughout the entire exchange—not during the clash with the infected Supreme, nor after the battle had ended. When the last of the infected forces finally withdrew, the silent guardian simply summoned a massive turtle, easily the size of a small ship, and gestured for everyone to climb aboard.
Lord Sea Tide departed shortly afterward, vanishing beneath the waves without a word or explanation.
The following journey went smoothly under the protection of the sea creatures that lingered in his wake.
Emery noticed something curious. The sea beasts that had fought so fiercely recovered from their wounds at an almost unnatural pace. Flesh that had been torn open began knitting back together within hours, injuries that should have required weeks to heal disappearing with remarkable speed.
The dwarves enjoyed no such luck.
