An eerie quiet descends, in spite of the ongoing storm. I swallow dry as the reality of my situation sets in: the Princes were gone now, yes, but now I had him to deal with. My deep regret of ever hoping for his arrival comes to a head when one of the shards descends down towards my beached ship, it’s power licking along the hull and leaving scorch marks as it slowly hovers around, as if searching for something. Searching for me.