The Star of the Other Shore has already risen in the night sky. The roaring wind and heavy clouds cannot hide its glow; it is Martha's main star, symbolizing Order and wisdom.
It is already morning, and faint glimmers are hidden beneath the darkened sea. Brand silently raised his head, gazing at the horizon where the sea meets the sky, silently calculating the time—three hours until the next day's sunrise.
Three o'clock in the morning.
Beneath the surface of the nearshore waters of Ampezel, indistinct shadows appeared, erecting fins like blades that sliced through the surface of the water, tracing white trails on the waves of the tumultuous sea.
Sani'er quietly came to Brand's side, this male Naga gazing at the Naga army passing through the bay amidst the storm, unable to resist raising its greyish-green fins, standing proudly against the wind and rain.
"These are my clan's warriors." It turned its head and glanced at Brand with its prismatic vertical pupils.
