JULIAN’S POV

The water roared as waves crashed against our boat. Even from our distance, I could see the archers aiming to kill. None had released an arrow yet, and I wondered why. We made no contact with the shores by the left and right, padding through with the sailor until we arrived at the shore of the northern kingdom.

A figure stood in the shadows of the sand, hands locked to the stomach and covered fully with a blue hood. After the boat came to a halt, I tossed the rope to the sickle ...