The two runaway warships tore through the boiling brine like rabid beasts.
Massive twin wakes of frothing white foam rose thirty feet into the air, smashing against the narrow limestone walls. Ahead, their spiked ramming prows pointed directly at the fractured base of the Thousand-Saint Enlightenment Cliffs.
Fifteen seconds remained before impact.
High on the bridge, Elder Sterling slammed his heavy fist onto the wooden compass housing. “The portside engines have seized! We cannot bring the heavy ballistas to bear in time!”
Sera Thorne crouched on the forward rail, her knuckles white around her spear shaft. “Mina, can your domain stop a hundred thousand tons of moving iron?”
“I can freeze the water,” Mina said, her frost aura billowing around her robes like icy fog. “I cannot stop that much forward momentum. The ice will shatter like glass under that much weight.”
Down on the lower walkway, Linnea threw her body across two copper cauldrons to keep them from rolling into the scuppers. “The cliff walls are already fractured from ancient sword strikes! A single collision will bring down the entire ridge!”
Down at the open porthole, Kaelen leaned his forearms against the iron sill.
