Edward stood on the top deck, just beside the captain, and watched the sea burn.
'What kind of freedom is this? Is this what we are fighting for?'
The cries of hundreds of people dying filled his ears. He stood there in silence. There was no point in sharing his worries. The cheering crew atop their ship proved that others would disagree.
"With the fleet of the Southern Isles destroyed, they will have no choice but to agree to the King's terms."
The captain cheered. It was his first campaign against a fierce foe. But he had won. Overwhelmingly so.
"The storm helped us but the bravery of our men has proven beyond doubt that the time has come for Asterella to rule the world."
Edward listened in silence. He was the only one on this ship who knew the storm didn't come out of nowhere. He didn't dare to gaze at the sky but he was sure the black clouds with golden lightning streaking within hadn't moved away.
