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Chapter 325: Arrow of Light

Tilly poured magic into the flying stone and jumped.

From the air she could see the whole deck laid out below her like a diagram. The crew of the Charming Beauty had formed themselves into two clusters near the aft—experienced sailors, moving through fear toward something more functional. They’d lost the first minutes but recovered the shape of the fight, using the ship’s narrow lines to keep the creatures from flanking.

Then Ashes reached the enemy, and the diagram changed.

She moved like weather. The demonic beasts that turned to meet her left limbs on the deck; the ones that didn’t turn left their heads. Her sword made no particular sound—just the clean efficiency of a blade that knew where it was going—and she passed through them the way wind passes through a field, bending everything she touched.

Andrea worked from a distance, unhurried. Her magical longbow could fire anything solid—she’d chosen a bag of glass beads for this voyage, and she was spending them one at a time with an accuracy that looked almost casual. Each bead crossed twenty paces and entered a skull; the creature would twitch once and go still. No cry. Just the sudden limpness of something that had stopped thinking.

Breeze and Shavi moved across the deck on their own axis, weaving through the chaos to reach injured sailors and pull them clear. An invisible barrier kept the beasts from closing—they pushed against nothing, confused, while the two witches worked around them.

Even so, Tilly could not relax.

These fish-shaped creatures were not what had shaken the ship so violently at the beginning. Something beneath the hull had struck them from below—something large enough that without Molly’s servant guarding the vessel’s hull, a second blow would have been enough to reduce the Charming Beauty to scattered timber. The crew would have survived only by luck, and some of them not at all.

She kept watching the water.

The moment Ashes’ sword cut down the last beast on deck, the shadow appeared.

It came from the bow side this time—large enough that it blotted out the color of the water, a darkness moving fast beneath the surface. It struck the hull and the whole ship bucked. Both masts groaned; one cracked sharply at its base. The shadow didn’t pause: it swept under and away, repositioning, preparing.

“Force it out,” Ashes said, jaw set. “We can’t fight it in the water.”

“I’ll try,” Shavi said. “If I get beneath the surface when it charges, I can stop it with my barrier. It only needs to come close enough.”

“Oh, Emperor of the Sea above,” Jack said, wiping his forehead with the back of his wrist. “If it’s the size Lady Tilly says, even stopping it won’t be enough to kill it. How do you plan to—”

“Leave that to me.” Andrea combed her loose hair behind her ears with two fingers and smiled. It was a confident smile, the particular kind that meant she had already calculated the outcome. “Nothing inside ten steps survives my full power.”

They prepared quickly. Shavi tied a hemp rope around her waist; Ashes took the other end in her fist.

The shadow appeared again from the stern, moving faster this time. Tilly called the warning from above, and Shavi ran to the ship’s edge and jumped.

Suspended just above the surface, the barrier spreading outward through the water, she met the creature as it rushed in. A sound like compressed air escaping—and the shadow stopped.

Shavi’s arms hung at her sides. Her whole body shook with the force of holding it.

“Pull her up!” Tilly dropped toward the deck, shouting.

Ashes hauled the rope hand over hand—one arm, pulling with everything she had. The moment Shavi’s feet hit the deck the sea erupted behind her.

The creature came up roaring.

It was something between a shark and an octopus: a triangular head covered in glistening tentacles, each as thick as a grown man’s thigh, all of them slashing toward the deck simultaneously. The Charming Beauty rocked under the weight of the waves it raised. The tentacles rained down on Shavi’s barrier and found nothing to grip.

“Andrea!” Ashes dropped to one knee, laced her fingers together, and offered her cupped hands as a step.

“Coming.” Andrea planted her foot, met Ashes’ eyes for a single beat. “Give me everything.”

Ashes threw.

Andrea went up in an arc—faster than any rope could have managed, faster than calculation—and for a moment she was simply a shape against the grey sky. Then she was above the creature’s head, the longbow in her hands drawn to its absolute limit, and between the bow and the string something had stopped being light and started being the sun itself: a golden radiance spreading across the water beneath her.

“Go!”

The arrow was not an arrow. It was a column of compressed brilliance that struck the creature’s back with the sound of distant thunder. The grey-brown skin swelled—split—and golden cracks branched across it like frost forming on a window. Then, with a report that Tilly felt in her sternum rather than heard, the creature shattered.

Black ink-blood spread across the water in a widening ring. Viscera rained down from the sky—fragments of something that had been enormous seconds before—and the tentacles curled inward and sank together with everything else, back into the dark.

Andrea hit the water.

“Ah—help! Help, I can’t swim! Guru— who’s going to pull me out?!”

Ashes looked at the exhausted Shavi, looked at the water, and sighed. “She really is only a beautiful fool,” she said, and unhitched her sword and jumped in.


With the threat lifted, Tilly finally let herself breathe.

At least they wouldn’t have to worry about reaching Border Town on their own.

Then something cold touched her nose.

She looked up.

Snowflakes fell from the grey sky—small, white, turning slowly as they descended—and more were coming, a field of them filling her entire field of view. She held out her hand and one landed on her palm and dissolved into a bead of water.

“This is… snow?” She stared at it. “Graycastle has snow in autumn?”

“The further west you go, the colder it gets,” One Eye Jack said, drawing out his pipe. “Seems you really are sailing back into suffering.”

Tilly could not answer. Breeze had come from the Kingdom of Dawn, where the climate never turned severe; Jack had been born in the Fjords, where heavy snowfall was a rarity even in the deepest winter. They had no frame of reference for what snow meant here.

But she did. Her court tutors had been clear about it: in Graycastle’s Western Region, once the snow began, it did not stop. It was the Devils’ fanfare—the opening note of the Months of Demons—and it would not resolve until the last of those months had passed.

The Months of Demons didn’t begin at a fixed date, but it had never started this early before. Not before the beginning of true winter. And the Sea Ghosts—they belonged east of Burning Fire Island. She had never heard of them appearing in the southern reaches of the Vortex Sea.

She looked at the snow accumulating on the rail and felt something that was not quite fear, but was adjacent to it. Something that felt more like the recognition of a pattern.

Two more days through the whirling white, and they saw the coastline rise from the grey horizon.

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