The water of the Slipstream Sector was a constant, thrumming force, a liquid highway that never slept. Alvian, Valeria, and Seraphina emerged from the deep currents, their forms cutting through the water with the ease of apex predators. The pressure of the deep ocean had faded, replaced by the vibrant, mana-infused waters of the upper city.
Alvian swam at the lead, his expression impassive, though his mind was a whirlwind of calculations. The death of King Ida was a significant milestone, pushing him to Level 53, but it was merely a stepping stone. The [Thundergod Bracers] rested in his inventory, a potent artifact waiting to be integrated into his arsenal. But before he could focus on gear, he had a loose end to tie up.
