Princess Neela rose above the sea floor, her silhouette framed by the swirling radiance of the Sea God's Legacy Trident. The sharp ends shimmered with celestial blue runes, and every pulse of its power seemed to command the tides themselves.
Around her, enemy forces knelt with their heads bowed so deeply that even the ocean's floor trembled in submission.
The soldiers of the Coral-Spirit-Clan and the Ancient Sharks, still kneeling from Kent's earlier show of divine suppression, raised their heads to see who now held the Trident. And when they saw Neela, a wave of silent submission passed through them like a shared breath.
"The sea has a new sovereign," a Coral general whispered.
"Glory to the First Princess," a Shark elder muttered, tears rolling down his weathered face.
