In the aftermath of the disaster that razed Patino to the ground, the surviving Tidecallers focused their energy on taking care of those who, while grievously injured, still had their lives.
Those who'd lost grieved and those who still had, took care of their possessions, but there was a question on the minds of all who were present on the island.
Was this the end of the Tidecaller civilization? Would the nations band together and attack them in the only moment of weakness they'd ever had as a people?
Ren could see the fear hover above the people, prominent among the sadness, anxiety and despair clinging to them.
Then, a shout rose up to the air, followed by a few more. All eyes snapped to the Mare Dulce as it shimmered like a giant light bulb.
"What the…"
They all watched as the light dimmed, and rain began to fall upward.
One drop at a time, the sea began to rise, like a reverse monsoon unraveling the natural order of the world.
