Deep within the ancestral sea temple, whispers stirred like invisible currents.
They swept through the marble halls and coral sanctuaries, passing from one Naga priest to another, fluttering through the ears of the warriors meditating in silence. Cracks in the sacred murals pulsed with faint blue light as if the divine will of the ocean itself had been disturbed.
A tremor — not one of fear, but of divine change — passed through the pillars of the Naga Clan.
And then came the murmurs, loud enough to disturb even the disciplined formations.
"The enemy is coming…?!"
"A divine ripple… Something ancient has returned…"
Within moments, soldiers in serpentine armor hissed into motion. Across the temple's vast spiral corridors, conches blared in ancient tones — signals that hadn't been used in over a thousand years.
A pair of soft yet commanding voices echoed above the murmurs.
