Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 311: Opportunity

Chapter 311: Opportunity

Blake stepped out of his quarters, leaving behind both Halima and the witch. The door creaked shut behind him, sealing them inside as he strode up toward the deck. The salty wind hit his face the moment he emerged, cool and bracing, carrying the sharp tang of the sea. For a moment, he closed his eyes, letting the breeze push through his hair.

King , he could become one.

The rhythmic creak of the ship's timbers and the sound of boots moving on deck greeted him as he adjusted his cloak. His first instinct was to scan the horizon. Blake's eyes swept the expanse of water, the sun's glare bouncing off the waves in flashes of white light. His gaze lingered on every ripple, every shadow on the horizon. No ships loomed in the distance, no sails ghosted across the waves. The surrounding waters were empty save for his own fleet, their vessels circling with predatory precision.

Satisfied, he shifted his attention to the ship flying the white flag. It cut through the waves with deliberate slowness, its sail furled just enough to signify caution, not arrogance. The hull looked weathered but sturdy, its crew visible on the deck—a cluster of figures standing with their hands at their sides, clearly unarmed.