Broken was immediately surrounded from all sides.
The merfolk warriors moved fast, their powerful tails cutting through the water with ease, forming a tight circle around him. Their glowing spears were already raised, aimed directly at him.
"Identify yourself!" one of them barked, their voice deep and commanding.
"How did you survive this deep underwater for so long?" another demanded.
Their eyes gleamed with suspicion. Their stances were tense.
They weren't just wary—they believed he was a threat.
Broken took a moment to analyze them, his gaze flicking to their status screens.
292, 295, 298.
Damn.
Their levels were insanely high.
Fighting them here, in a completely unfamiliar environment, with no solid ground and limited maneuverability?
That would be a nightmare.
