"What is that?"
Orion shot to his feet, vanishing in the next instant. He reappeared at the Stoneheart military base's teleportation circle, then immediately transferred to the one in the horde's main subterranean plaza. From there, he moved with the utmost speed, crossing the continent to the city of Lysinthia, built upon the shores of the Mist Bay.
Since the dragon-purchased Sea-Devouring Warship and its Ocean Hunter escorts had been stationed there, a deep quiet had fallen over the Mist Bay. The neighboring Sea Race clans no longer dared to raid its shores.
At the end of the main harbor pier, a lone, beautiful figure stood against the horizon. A sea-blue gown trailed on the weathered wood, its silken fabric dancing in the wind in perfect sync with her long, flowing hair. Marina stood motionless, her expression serene, as if she were feeling a final farewell from the ocean itself.