Bab 538: Baneful Tide

Adeia's fingers drummed the long table fashioned from dark stone, her eyes distant and her mind burdened by a mass of concerns. There were pressing matters like the assault they scrambled to combat with hastily prepared defenses. 

Some shelter was better than none, she reckoned.

The other commanders of the war efforts had left to carry out their duties, leaving Adeia by her lonesome to stew in her thoughts. Aside from the looming threat, the words spoken by Rhaenys impressed her mind more than she thought possible.

Rhaenys had once been her beacon of hope, a crimson star bleeding sanguine light. Bloody as the image was, the carmine radiance seemed beautiful to Adeia, instilling the impression of power deep within her childish mind. 

Perhaps it was a twist of fate or maybe a call of duty, but the day her village fell to a monster tide of massive proportions was the day Adeia met her master.