One morning.
The surface of the Endless Sea underwent a bizarre transformation.
Overnight, the deep blue water faded to a bleak iron gray, as if the entire ocean had been tainted by some unspeakable will.
The coastal fishing villages were the first to notice the abnormality.
Flocks of seabirds shrieked mournfully. They no longer circled in search of food but instead migrated south toward the continent without a backward glance, like a routed army in full retreat.
The rhythm of the waves had changed as well.
It was no longer the natural ebb and flow of the tide, but a dull, rhythmic pulse.
THUMP... THUMP... THUMP...
It was as if a giant, awakening heart slumbered within the planet's crust, a kilometer beneath the deep sea.
Allen stood atop the highest dome of Cybertron, gazing north.
The peak Magic Power imaging transmitted back by the Celestial Net was projected before his eyes in real time by Jarvis.
