Meeka closed her eyes, her hands trembled in fear but something emerged from deep down her.
"Forgive me, Father. Forgive me for hiding this gift."
Her voice was barely audible above the clamor yet the sea seemed to listen. The next instant light exploded.
A golden light surged from her palms and rippled outwards in a wave that pierced the shadows.
The sailors shrieked as their spectral jaws were gaping with the light burning through them. The anchors of the ghost fleet dissolved and their chains snapped like glass.
Alice staggered back with her breath caught in her throat, only Becca remained steady as she ran towards the edge of the ship and looked down into the sea for any signs of Xior.
The ghost fleet howled, the sound was not only heard but they all felt it. It was akin to an ache inside the bones, a groan of regret and fury torn free.
