The sea had never borne witness to such fury.
The Forbidden Abyss loomed behind the spiraling trails of carnage, its eerie glow pulsing like a silent judge to the chaos around it. Kent had not yet entered—but the tides of fate had already begun to shift.
All around, the battlefield boiled with life and death. Coral reefs that once shimmered with peace now crumbled under magical barrages. The waters themselves turned red, churned by the blood of warriors and the wrath of magic. Screams of beasts, battle chants of soldiers, and the rumble of arcane energy collided like thunderstorms beneath the sea.
The full-scale war had erupted.
On the eastern flank, the Naga beast cavalry thundered through the trenches, riding tide-lions with manes of lightning. The riders bore long tridents charged with oceanic spirit energy, piercing through shark warriors and coral sentries alike. Each charge they made sent spiraling whirlpools into the enemy's ranks.
