While the human world remained busy discussing rankings, alliances, resources, and the upcoming World Tree Blessing, deep beneath the Pacific Ocean, the Demonic Sea Tribe was preparing for something entirely different.
The enormous crystal plaza at the center of the sea tribe settlement had become crowded with warriors. Sixty-six selected participants stood in organized rows beneath the glow of countless underwater crystals.
Every one of them had earned a qualification slot through the tribe's internal selection process, and every one of them represented the future generation of the Demonic Sea Tribe.
At the front stood Ancestor Luka.
Her wrinkled face carried none of the excitement visible among human organizations.
The pressure released by the old woman immediately silenced the entire plaza.
"Listen carefully."
Her voice wasn't loud. Yet every warrior heard it clearly.
