Crimson and violet lightning twisted across the bay as three immense shadows converged over the fleet.
Ancestor Pyre’s blood-clone stumbled backward on the quarterdeck. His massive hands, stripped of their solar fire, twitched with phantom spasms as he stared at the sea-gate roof.
“Impossible,” the avatar hissed, his fiery voice cracking into a ragged whisper. “He seized the heritage fire. He stripped my authority with a mortal stick.”
A gust of freezing grave-wind swept over the flagship’s stern.
Ancestor Vesper’s shadow avatar materialized beside him, his dark robes boiling with ghostly faces. Aboard the southern dreadnought, Ancestor Draven’s blood-red giant rose thirty feet into the air, his scarlet eyes burning with vicious urgency.
“Stop whining, Pyre!” Draven’s blood-clone roared across the waves. “He carries an ancient lineage insight! If we do not erase him now, none of our vessels will survive this day!”
“Unite the domains!” Vesper commanded, his spectral voice chilling the air until black frost formed across the rigging. “Crush the island and grind their souls to paste!”
The three Saint Vessel Peak avatars leaped into the sky above the bay.
