The towering figure of water did not attack.
Instead, it simply turned.
A vast arm of swirling ocean extended and pointed toward the horizon.
"Follow."
Lucien raised an eyebrow inside the submarine.
Outside, the airships hesitated.
Their commanders exchanged uncertain glances, clearly torn between suspicion and faith.
Then the water goddess spoke again.
"Stand down."
That single sentence erased all hesitation.
The fleets withdrew immediately.
Engines roared as the airships climbed away from the sea, leaving the strange submarine alone beneath the goddess's gaze.
Lucien leaned back in his seat and chuckled softly.
That kind of scene feels familiar to him.
The immense water figure glided forward across the ocean's surface, and the submarine followed beneath the waves.
For several minutes, neither of them spoke.
Yet Lucien could feel her attention.
