Far beneath the Pacific Ocean, inside the ancient crystal palace of the Demonic Sea Tribe, silver-blue light flowed across the giant walls like living rivers.
Massive sea beasts swam silently outside the transparent crystal dome while ancient formation symbols rotated beneath the ocean floor continuously.
At the center of the palace hall stood Elsa.
Her silver-blue hair floated lightly behind her while cold ocean aura surrounded her body naturally.
In her hand rested a long black staff nearly twice her height.
At the end of the weapon curved a terrifying crescent-shaped blade glowing faintly with blue runes.
The weapon looked less like a spear and more like an execution tool meant to harvest lives.
Meanwhile…
Demonic Sea Tribe Leader Luka sat upon the crystal throne while observing her granddaughter silently.
The old lady's silver eyes reflected unusual seriousness tonight.
Not even during wars against human Supremes had she shown this level of caution.
