At the break of dawn, the Naga Clan had begun its call to arms.
From the seven tide pillars that surrounded the Sea Ancestral Temple, trumpet-shell horns blared, their sound vibrating through the seabed and into the hearts of every soldier, every mage, every guardian beast.
The Nine-Heaven Naga Formation—a sacred war assembly not used in over six hundred years—was awakening.
Above the temple, swirling mana began to take shape, forming colossal glyphs of defense, movement, and amplification. Schools of glowing runic fish spread through the water, carrying command sigils to units stationed across the realm.
Naga warriors of every division gathered at the Nine Paths, a network of nine colossal trenches that converged just outside the ancestral temple. These paths, carved by ancient sea dragons, served as conduits for strategic alignment. Each path was led by a general, wearing crest armor and sea-emblem helms.
Thousands became tens of thousands. Tens of thousands became legions.
