I used to sell tides for coin. I read charts like prayers and kept my mouth shut when they needed a hand to point the raiders. Halla broke my collar and gave me a new kind of map—one that hummed with a city beneath the waves. When Asta roared into Duncrae with oars and menace, I thought my heart had found land. It looks now like I thought wrong.
When the Sea-Witching conjures a leviathan and fog that bleeds sound, the captain and the thrall-turned-navigator have to make a new sort of one that stitches axe to ink, blood to resonance. They leap into drowned gates, bargain with singing cities, and pry a sapphire heart from a cathedral of crystal. But rescuing Lyonesse isn't enough—anchoring the world forces a choice only the living can make.
This sea-quest about chords that bind and choices that anchor the future is told in a blend of Tiernan's hard-won confessions and Asta's blade-led clarity, as this scholar-turned-navigator and a daring shield-maiden race a cult for a drowned city's sapphire heart—stakes that will either anchor the world or drown it. Mythic sea-chases, moral reckonings, and a pulse of magic decide who survives.
Tiernan once guided enemy raiders with a quill and a lie. Now freed, he carries a map that leads only to—a submerged city and a lost cradle. When Asta dragon-prow longship slices the Southern Sea, the scholar and the shield‑maiden are hurled into a the Silver Hand stalks the same prize, their fog-engines turning ocean and mind into weapons.
Their path demands impossible choices. Tiernan must translate a puzzle into a passage, and Asta must hold a crew and a ship against storms brewed by gods and men. Between obsidian gates and crystal spires, the Wave-Runner must retrieve something that brings a trial far beyond blades and sails.