Damon understood one thing. It was pointless to resist the storm. It was better to let it carry him wherever it wished.
He wasted no time. He lay flat on the boat, tied the rope tighter around his waist, and wrapped one arm through the railing. Then he lowered his head and waited for the storm to pass.
A thunderous roar shook the heavens. The darkness of the storm trembled with the echo of a dragon's voice. Damon could not tell where the clouds ended and Aethergon began. He only knew the creature was there. Once again he felt the vastness of the sky and the crushing might of a great dragon.
He shut his eyes. He did not dare look at Aethergon for fear of drawing its attention.
Vast black waves rose and slammed into the small boat. It was thrown into the air and crashed into another wall of water. The boat was dragged under.
At first Damon did not panic. Then he remembered this was not his body. Drowning was a very real possibility for Mugu.
