“Weak limbs make for a heavy mind,” I muttered.0

“... Say what now?” Rogerio said.0

Standing on the deck of Rogerio’s ship, I passed on Rohakan’s words and looked out toward the Island of the Voice. The storm of mana still raged over that island of mortal danger, and the howl of nature roared with double the violence it had before.0

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Epherene asked, her brow furrowed as the storm pressed close around the ship.0

Without a word, I pulled off my watch, took off my coat, and tossed it toward Epherene.0

“Ooof!”0

Epherene nearly lost her balance as she caught the heavy coat I’d thrown her way.0

“Wait—you’re actually going to swim in this weather,...0