A vast dome of drowned stone, illuminated by streaks of lightning churning within the waters above. At the heart, floating upon a throne of tide, was the guardian: a leviathan of stormflesh and abyssal scales, a creature with four eyes burning like suns beneath the sea. Its body coiled through the chamber, every movement dragging tidal waves across the flooded ground.
The compass shattered. The ten runes dissolved into the altar. The guardian awakened fully, its roar tearing the waters into violent spirals.
[Tiderend Guardian Awakened.]
Its maw split open. A torrent of stormlight spewed forth—enough force to crush an army.
But Regalons were no army. They were blades honed for slaughter.
"Move!" Almond's command cut through the roar.
Marcus, Theo, and Liam initiated defenses, diverting the powerful torrent.
'Care. This guardian is powerful. An undefended attack will instantly kill us.'
Silvester blurred forward, carving sigils of counter-force with his sword
