Time continued to pass.
And strangely enough, the enemies remained quiet.
That should have been a relief.
It was not.
Lucien had learned long ago that silence from dangerous things was rarely kindness. Sometimes it meant recovery. Sometimes preparation. Sometimes patience. And sometimes, worst of all, it meant that the enemy had found something more important than attacking immediately.
The Primordial Incarnations had not moved openly.
Aurelia, Seran's wife and the Diviner, had already identified the general area where their activity was strongest.
The continental seas.
The seas between continents had always been dangerous, but now they carried a deeper uncertainty.
He had read reports that people who tried to cross between continents vanished.
Some of those who disappeared were not weak.
There were Eternals among them.
Seran sent his thoughts through the communication artifact one night.
[They are breaking out of seals.]
Lucien stared at the words.
[How many?]
