Malachi thought whatever had just attacked the ship would have been another vessel. Or at the very least, another fleet.
But it was only a single individual. And a woman at that.
She had a pair of enormous bat wings curling from her back that were almost larger than her entire body.
She had deep caramel skin and long raven-black hair that fell down her back in one large curtain.
She wore a vibrant Indian sari with striking red, black, and gold coloring.
Her fingers, wrists, and ankles clattered with the heavy golden bangles encircling them.
An ancient golden circlet rested atop her brow. The emerald gem sitting within the fitting was so large it could be seen from tens of feet away.
Nonetheless, however nicely she was dressed would mean nothing when she was ripped apart and cast into the ocean.
Malachi and Aisha's forms ripped apart as they pursued the strange woman.
