The Night Garden trembled as the colossal tentacle fell from the sky, wrapping itself around it.
The invisible shield protecting the deck of the living ship from the fury of storms prevented it from wreaking havoc across the superstructures, and it avoided skewering itself on the tall masts, as well — however, the vessel still ended up captured in a horrid embrace, the hull groaning as unimaginable pressure descended upon it.
The tentacle constricted, trying to crush the Night Garden into splinters and pull it under the waves.
Jet did not seem too concerned, however.
Looking at the southern horizon, where a strange haze was gathering above the sea, she frowned slightly.
"Reload the cannons. Divination team, I need a weather forecast as soon as possible."
The Chain of Nightmares had been a disaster to Awakened wielding powers of divination, who became far less capable in its wake. However, they still had their uses, and some seemed to have been affected less than others.
