"My Lord, there is no news as of yet."
Just as the adjutant's words fell, a petrel dove from the sky and landed squarely on Governor Tyrus's shoulder.
Clutched tightly in the bird's talons was a Recording Orb.
This was Tyrus's hidden countermeasure, an unspeakable secret he had planted aboard the Thunder Lion to monitor the transport crew.
Right before the Thunder Lion sank, the petrel had taken flight and returned to him.
His face dark with fury, Governor Tyrus snatched the Recording Orb and channeled the power of his Divine Sigil to activate it. The next moment, a projection flared to life.
The sight of a massive octopus dragging the Thunder Lion to the bottom of the ocean played out in crystal clarity before the two men.
"A Sovereign-class leviathan?" Tyrus hissed. "Didn't you say those waters were safe? That there were no powerful sea monsters?"
He snapped his head around, glaring murderously at his adjutant.
