The Frosted Lantern surged forward, cutting through the storm-churned waters, but the frigate loomed closer. Miura held the wheel with steady hands, her eyes sharp and focused. Sabrina stood nearby, her soaked blue-and-white attire clinging to her frame, her gaze fixed on the enemy ship.


    “That’s him,” Sabrina said, her voice tight. “Robert’s commanding the frigate.”


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    Miura glanced at her, a flicker of curiosity in her expression. “He’s persistent, I’ll give him that.”


    Sabrina gritted her teeth. “You don’t know the half of it.”


    Behind them, the frigate’s cannons thundered. Miura raised a hand, frost blooming in the air as a thick ice wall surged from the sea. The wall absorbed the cannonballs'' force, sending them plummeting into the depths below.


    Sabrina’s grip tightened on the railing. “That won’t stop him. Robert isn’t just a soldier–he’s a pontumancer and telekinetic. He can control the sea and objects with his mind, and he’s been using his powers to win battles since before I left England.”