The plan was set. The Whale Shark King was the next target, the "Tank" of the ocean who controlled the heavy infantry of the deep. Alvian turned toward the temple exit, his mind already calculating the most efficient route to the Armored District.
"Wait," Lady Ola called out, her voice trembling slightly as she leaned against the altar. She looked at the [Pearl of the Deep] resting in the holy basin, its light pulsing in a steady, calming rhythm that kept the city's transport grid locked down. "The currents… they are shifting again."
Alvian stopped. He checked his [Tablet of the Earth Core] passive. The vibrations in the earth were changing. It wasn't the rhythmic thrum of the city's machinery. It was a chaotic, churning disturbance coming from directly beneath them.
"Thump. THUMP."
The floor of the Sea Temple, made of ancient white marble and reinforced with centuries of mana, cracked.
