118 On The Rooftops

Racing across the water back to the mainland of Prokos, Lucian moved at speeds the ship could not reach to return in time.

An assassination attempt on the royal family? Half of Karnath lost to the revolution? What on earth is happening?

He didn't understand how the King or Eudes Clarke could let something like that happen. Apparently the former had remained in the defensible inner city, while the latter was nowhere to be seen.

Reaching the shore, he never slowed, the power of his newly aquired nine anchors and half a body of Trueblood coursing within as he shot across the land, clothes flapping in the wind.

He passed by a number of towns in his haste, and saw that no small number of them were aflame with conflict and battle.

Only the town of Beckton, so close to the Clarke Estate, seemed at peace. It was the final settlement before the only northern opening in The Declaration, a mountain range that split the continent into halves.