Darkness engulfed the coast as the shadow rose from the churning sea like a monster birthed from nightmares. Waves rolled and crashed, spraying salt and foam into the night.
"Get back!" one of the knights yelled, his voice swallowed by the roaring surf. The moment his words left his lips, a massive column of water shot upward like a spear.
Arthur moved instantly. His hand sliced through the air, and a barrier of violet light shimmered into existence around the two carriages. The wave slammed into it with a deafening crash, rebounding and scattering like shattered glass. The impact rattled the ground, shaking the carriage violently.
Inside, Luther fell off the couch and landed face-first onto the carpet with a muffled groan. He sat up, rubbing his head.
"What in the name of burned toast was that?"
The sword, hanging lazily by the window, gave an exaggerated sigh.
"The ocean says hello."
