Chapter 125 Into The Shifting Isles

• The *Sea Serpent* cut through the open waters of the Azure Strait, its sails billowing against the brisk wind. Linnea stood at the helm, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon. The group huddled near the ship’s stern, the tension palpable as they approached the Shifting Isles—a treacherous maze of ever-changing reefs and fog.
• “This route better be real,” Linnea said, her voice carrying over the creaking timbers. “The Isles have claimed more ships than I care to count.”
• “It’s real,” Eryndor assured her, pulling out a weathered map. “But it’s not straightforward. The Isles move with the tides and winds, and only those who know the patterns can navigate them safely.”