"Besides," Corren hissed, his serpentine body undulating in the swells, "we know the coordinates of this world. We leave now, yes. But when we are stronger... there is nothing stopping us from clawing our way back."
The threat hung in the salty air. Coraline and Vaelor said nothing, but the glint in their eyes acknowledged the vow. It was a promise of vengeance, deferred but not forgotten.
Deep Beneath the Surface
Meanwhile, Orion, Leonidas, and the Kraken were plummeting toward the abyss, their psychic link buzzing with conversation.
"Brother," Leonidas transmitted, "you think those three are going to stick around? Loiter on the doorstep like unwanted guests?"
It was a valid concern. If the Sea Gods decided to be petty, they could project avatars into the realm to harass Orion's forces endlessly while their main bodies stayed safe in the void.
