Five days stretched like storms across the Overlord Ocean. For others, survival meant caution, hiding in sanctuary islands between expeditions. For Regalons—now whispered as Golden Void Outlaws—it meant relentless advance.
The Eltuvaine carved through the abyssal tides, its new heart engine pulsing with the rhythm of thunder. The sea itself seemed to part for it, as though afraid of the predator that roamed its depths.
On the first day, they hunted without pause.
An island of coral spires emerged from the fog, each tower humming with a siren's pulse. At its core was a cavern where the second Mystic Power slept—[Abyssal Pulse Reactor]. To claim it, they had to slaughter the guardians: a swarm of Abyss-Scaled Sirens, half-serpent monstrosities whose voices dragged even Grim Residents into madness.
When their song erupted, dozens of other crews scattered in panic, running before their ears bled. But Regalons did not run.
