"Chasing them?" Duke Argent, the liquid-metal shapeshifter, scoffed, though his voice lacked its usual arrogant bite.
"Preposterous. The beasts of the Primordial Wilds fear nothing. They eat each other for sport. What could possibly chase a Layer 7 Apex Predator?"
The Platinum Prince didn't answer immediately. He kept his glowing white eyes fixed on the holographic projection hovering above the silver table.
The three-dimensional map of the Abyss was a terrifying sight.
The 7th Layer, a massive expanse of primordial jungles and petrified bone forests, was completely saturated with churning, frantic red dots.
And they were all moving up. Toward the chasm that connected to Layer 6.
"You underestimate the scale of this, Argent," the Prince said softly, his 9th-Order pressure suppressing the room to a deathly stillness. "Look closer."
He waved a pale hand. The hologram zoomed in on the vanguard of the red tide.
