In the dream, Dusk knew his ancestor’s mind. They’d dropped most of their people at the new land—the one with the deadly islands. Cakoban had left again on a long expedition, with three other ships, to search the darkness. They’d been separated during a strange storm, and when he’d used his senses to find one of the other ships, he found it wrecked on an island with no survivors. But something else had been watching it.

Death. A monster that immediately gave chase and prevented his team from fishing—for it ate each of the skullsnakes they tried to catch. They’d barely stayed ahead of it, and had been fleeing for weeks now without food.

Isles of the Emberdark Chapter 52