Chapter: Tide of Submission
The battlefield beneath the ocean had turned into a graveyard.
Shattered coral forests drifted slowly in the currents. Broken weapons, cracked shells, torn fins, and dissolved blood painted the seafloor in dark crimson clouds.
Moments earlier it had been chaos.
Now it was silence.
At the center of that silent devastation… sat the conqueror.
Draven rested calmly on the enormous corpse of the Poison Stinger Crab Beast. Its colossal body lay crushed into the seabed like a fallen fortress, its shell cracked and burned by the aftermath of their final clash.
Black lightning still flickered faintly across the broken armor of its corpse.
Draven leaned forward slightly, one elbow resting on his knee.
His abyssal blade rested beside him, its crimson runes glowing faintly like breathing embers.
The Spirit King's Crown hovered above his head, the golden gem pulsing gently.
The battlefield around him was still.
But the war was not over.
The Tide of Monsters
Far across the battlefield, the last resistance of the Piranha Warrior Tribe was collapsing.
The corrupted forest army moved like a living storm.
Undead Knights marched through the battlefield with relentless precision.
Berserk Gargoyles smashed through enemy formations like living catapults.
Blood Lancers moved in perfect formations, their crimson weapons cutting through enemies with terrifying discipline.
Above them, corrupted stalker ravens circled like dark stars.
And leading this unstoppable tide were Draven's generals.
A1
The silver aura around A1's blade hummed softly as he wiped blood from the edge of his sword.
Several Piranha Warriors lay scattered around him.
He looked around calmly.
"Pathetic."
Even underwater his voice carried a cold disdain.
B2
B2 rested on the broken shell of a fallen monster, casually chewing on a sea berry.
He casually fired arrows whenever a surviving enemy attempted to escape.
Each arrow exploded into elemental bursts.
Fire.
Lightning.
Wind.
Three fleeing warriors were erased instantly.
He stretched lazily.
"Not even a warm-up."
C3
C3 hovered calmly above the battlefield.
Behind him floated his spirit companion.
The Hellflame Bison.
The elemental spirit snorted fire bubbles through the ocean currents while watching the battlefield.
C3 adjusted his robe.
"Enemy forces: 96% eliminated."
He spoke calmly.
Then he added:
"Efficient."
The Gargoyle General
The massive gargoyle floated above the battlefield like a silent war god.
His magma battle axe still glowed red.
Chunks of broken coral drifted around him like asteroids.
His crimson eyes scanned the battlefield for threats.
Then slowly…
He nodded.
The war was ending.
Draven Observes
Draven watched everything silently from atop the crab's corpse.
His red eyes glowed faintly.
His breathing had stabilized.
The battle had nearly drained him earlier.
But now something else filled him.
Control.
Authority.
This battlefield had become a throne room.
The ocean currents themselves seemed to move around him like servants.
One Last Enemy
Then suddenly—
BOOM.
A shockwave exploded across the battlefield.
Draven's eyes lifted slightly.
The seabed cracked apart.
From beneath the ruins of the battlefield…
Something rose.
A massive figure burst from the rubble.
A gigantic warrior with jagged armor made from piranha teeth.
His body was covered in battle scars.
His red eyes burned with fury.
The Piranha Tribe Leader.
The last survivor of the enemy army.
His presence alone caused the surrounding waters to tremble.
The Morlock King Steps Forward
Before Draven could move—
A massive figure stepped forward.
The Morlock King.
His coral blade shimmered like a sacred relic.
His enormous body carried the weight of ancient battles.
His eyes locked onto the tribe leader.
The two rulers stared at each other across the broken battlefield.
A silence spread through the ocean.
Then the Morlock King spoke.
His voice echoed like thunder underwater.
"Your tribe attacked my people."
The Piranha Leader snarled.
"You were weak."
He pointed his spear.
"Now you hide behind a demon king."
The Morlock King did not react.
He simply raised his blade.
"Today."
His eyes sharpened.
"You die."
The Rematch
The two rulers exploded forward.
BOOM.
The impact of their collision shattered the seabed.
Water currents twisted violently around them.
The Piranha Leader moved with terrifying speed.
His spear became a blur of silver flashes.
The Morlock King blocked with his coral blade.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
Each collision released shockwaves across the battlefield.
Their fight was monstrous.
Draven's Army Watches
Meanwhile…
Draven's forces had stopped fighting.
They gathered around the battlefield.
Watching.
Observing.
Resting.
For once… they were spectators.
A1 crossed his arms.
"Primitive."
B2 grinned.
"I like it."
C3 analyzed their combat patterns silently.
Even the gargoyle general stood still.
The battlefield had become an arena.
Draven Raises His Hand
Draven slowly stood up from the crab's corpse.
He extended one hand.
A soft green light began forming in his palm.
The Spirit King's Crown pulsed.
Then Draven spoke calmly.
"Group Regeneration."
The Ocean Turns Green
A gentle green glow exploded across the battlefield.
The ocean currents filled with warm energy.
The healing wave spread across Draven's entire army.
Wounds began closing instantly.
Broken bones reformed.
Burns disappeared.
Undead knights reassembled their damaged bodies.
Berserk Gargoyles regenerated their cracked stone armor.
Blood Lancers roared as their strength returned.
Even the Hellflame Bison let out a satisfied snort.
Evolution
Then something even stranger happened.
Several units began glowing.
The system responded instantly.
[Unit Evolution Detected]
A group of Blood Lancers suddenly erupted with crimson energy.
Their armor grew sharper.
Their presence became heavier.
Leader Rank Achieved
Three Berserk Gargoyles roared as their wings expanded.
Their stone bodies hardened like ancient mountains.
Their eyes burned brighter.
Leader Rank Achieved
The entire army had grown stronger mid-battle.
Gargoyle General Recovers
Even the gargoyle general's wounds began healing rapidly.
The magma cracks across his stone skin sealed themselves.
He flexed his massive wings.
The magma battle axe flared brightly again.
He looked toward Draven.
Then he bowed slightly.
The Final Duel
Meanwhile the Morlock King and the Piranha Leader continued their brutal fight.
The Piranha Leader unleashed a violent spinning spear attack.
The ocean currents twisted like a vortex.
But the Morlock King roared.
His coral blade glowed with ancient power.
"Sea King Cleave!"
His sword crashed downward.
BOOOOOOM.
The Piranha Leader's spear shattered.
The impact tore through his armor.
He crashed into the seabed violently.
The Morlock King appeared above him instantly.
His blade pierced straight through the enemy leader's chest.
Silence spread across the battlefield.
The Piranha Leader's body slowly went still.
The war was over.
The Ocean Submits
The surviving sea creatures trembled.
Thousands of creatures had watched this war.
And now they all understood something.
A new ruler had appeared.
Not just of the forest.
But of the ocean border.
Their eyes slowly turned toward Draven.
He stood above the battlefield like a dark monarch.
His crimson aura pulsed through the ocean currents.
Even the sea itself seemed to recognize him.
Panic Across the World
Far away…
Other races sensed something terrifying.
In the northern empire…
Mages suddenly felt a surge of abyssal energy in the ocean.
Inside the spirit realm…
Elemental spirits became restless.
In hidden cult temples…
Dark priests whispered in fear.
And somewhere in the deep ocean trenches…
Something ancient stirred slightly.
As if something had entered its territory.
Draven Speaks
Back in the battlefield…
Draven looked toward the Morlock King.
Their eyes met.
For a moment…
The entire ocean waited.
Then Draven spoke.
His voice calm.
But absolute.
"Rise."
The Morlock King bowed deeply.
The prince Varuk knelt beside him.
Behind them…
Five thousand Morlock warriors knelt.
Draven looked across the ocean horizon.
His red eyes glowing.
Then he said quietly:
"The ocean shore…"
His aura expanded slowly.
"…belongs to me now."
TO BE CONTINUED....