Arthur stepped onto the battlefield, and Albedo could see the intense changes all around the battlefield.
The ocean itself acknowledged his existence.
From the command chamber, through shattered palace windows and fractured coral walls, Albedo watched as the battlefield transformed beneath the King's presence.
The abyssal hordes that had seemed endless only moments ago suddenly looked very small.
Very fragile.
Like insects standing before a tsunami.
"..."
Albedo remained seated near the medical station, one arm resting atop a bent piece of coral stone.
For now, he wasn't moving. Not because he couldn't or didn't want to, but because Arthur had ordered him to protect Mera.
And because, for the first time in a long while, Albedo understood there was very little he could contribute to the specific battlefield Arthur had just entered.
The difference was simply too large. This was a Holy Rank battle, the gap was simply absurd for Albedo to interfere.
