Arthur watched his investment pay off in real time.
The slaughter outside lasted less than five minutes.
Morwenna tore through the school of Abyssal Leviathans with a terrifying joyful brutality. She left nothing but dissipating clouds of dark matter in her wake.
When she reformed on the command bridge, she was panting heavily. A feral deeply satisfied grin was on her face. Her abyssal tattoos were glowing with a stable rhythmic pulse.
She had successfully integrated the extreme environment of the True Abyss into her core.
"Excellent work." Arthur praised her. He handed her a fresh glass of celestial wine.
But it was not yet the time for relaxation.
Before she could take a sip, the entire Ark violently pitched to the side.
The temperature on the bridge plummeted. It wasn't from Sylvia's ice, but from a sheer suffocating conceptual weight that bypassed the physical hull entirely.
