At last, they arrived.
"We made it," Brooke whispered as she flew with the current. "I'm home."
As the stream pushed and coiled away around the destination, Brooke and Asahi spotted several merfolk gathering at the destroyed plaza.
The submarines were nowhere to be seen, and the merfolk seemed relieved. But the aftermath and damage remained.
Craters got scattered across Coral City—several merfolk—injured beyond compare.
"What happened here?" Asahi asked as he rooted his boots onto the ground. The feeling he had at this moment was concern not just for Brooke, but for the poor souls caught in the crossfire of the battle.
Those submarines did more harm than good, and now that the threat had gone, they were safe, giving them time to restore and recover.
Although Brooke seemed pleased, Asahi checked his watch and found that an hour had passed.
"Three more hours." Asahi tilted his head to the watery ceiling. "Just three hours, then I have to return to the surface."
