Moonlight cascaded over Gray Bay.
But the water in the bay was rapidly receding.
At first, only the giant siege turtles with the deepest drafts scraped bottom, letting out uneasy, low growls.
Then, all the Multi-Armed Race warriors felt something was wrong—their bodies felt heavier.
It wasn't an illusion!
"What's going on?"
"The water... the water's disappearing!"
Panic spread through the Bonebreak Clan's lines. The water, once more than ten meters over their heads, was now slowly receding, escaping out of the bay through the holes in the coral reefs and the fissures in the seabed.
High above, Velin sat astride Nefarian, looking down on the spectacular scene.
He had calculated Gray Bay's hydrology.
The spring tide on the night of a full moon would already cause the water level to drop significantly.
And the long coral causeway he had built not only blocked their retreat but also acted as a one-way valve.
