Namor waited quietly upon his Atlantean throne, a splendid mixture of seashells wove together in an elegant design standing at least ten feet tall. Accented coral colors of the brightest of yellows to the loveliest of pinks and purples laced the throne elegantly.
Marrina sat more hesitantly in her own throne aside her husband's. She had just returned to Atlantis and now she was adorned with the finest garments and jewelry that Atlantis had to offer. She looked every bit the part of the Queen of Atlantis, yet worry still kept her on edge.
"What bothers you Marrina?" Namor asked.
"I worry for the people of Neptunia."
Namor could do nothing more than return a caring smirk for Marrina still had her caring heart that he remembered. With a wave of his hand, the grand twenty foot doors which enclosed the chamber to the Atlantis throne room was flung open by Atlantean guards with a noticeable crash, revealing Peter and Nia Noble.
Nia Noble walked slowly, gazing upward at the marvelous engineering which was the room itself. Rows of gigantic pillars extended upwards of fifty feet until transitioning into beautiful arches as if carved by a mighty giant. Beautiful stained glass laced the perimeter of room, giving a calming bluish hue to the room. The walk itself was long yet adorned by many sculptures of antiquities that time had long forgotten.
Peter Noble was a soldier and not a connoisseur. He was less interested in the architecture of the imperial room and more concerned in walking, his obvious limp a physical reminder of the attack he and Neptunia had endured.
"I hope our doctors are adequate for you and your people," Namor asked, his voice resonating through the room as if it had come from a god.
Nia nodded with Peter confirming the affirmation.
"Good..." Namor replied, propping forward ever so slightly. "Now tell me about this onslaught upon Neptunia."
Nia looked for the correct words to say. She reflected on the attack, reliving each scream and cry as her people were essentially obliterated from the depths of the ocean's floor. It was hard for her to relive and it was easily seen from those in the room.
"It was a shit storm," Peter said quickly, holding back nothing and ending the hard task casted upon his wife. "Our people are riddled with injuries for a reason, Namor.”
“You are a welcome guest to Atlantis, Peter Noble,” interrupted a bearded Atlantean near Namor and Marrina. “Thus you should know from this point on to address the ruler of Atlantis as Lord Namor.”
Peter brow cocked quickly instinctively. “And you are…”
“His name is Banara, Peter Noble,” Namor replied. “He is councilor to me and all of Atlantis. Though you are ruler of Neptunia, the complexion of your skin may bring up some unattended feelings in regards to your surface dwelling origins with many Atlanteans. This I know all too well and apologize to you. Please continue”
Peter tried to think of what to say next as he tried to analyze the political climate of Atlantis. He had seen such uncalled for feelings before he left for the Navy during World War II. He thought he had escaped that type of mentality living undersea, but apparently he had just shielded himself from it. It wasn’t right but it was something he had to endure, but would most definitely be brought up later.
“Their sheer numbers darkened the waters as they swarmed upon us. It was like they were vomited from Hell itself. Faceless beasts that only revealed their faces before they ripped into Neptunian flesh. I will have nightmares of their red eyes until the day I die, Lord Namor."
Namor had fought the likes of the green Gamma beast called the Hulk to even the Golden Avenger, Iron Man, so the arm rest of the Atlantean throne was no match for the mighty grip of Namor as it shattered into dust as the description of the attackers struck a sour memory within Namor.
"Namor..." a shocked Marrina uttered as Banara rallied to Namor's position.
"I am fine," an easily frustrated Namor commanded.
Marrina arose from her throne, "Then what is the matter?"
Namor did not want to worry his wife, especially with her just returning to his side, but he did not want to lie to the woman he loved. "Banara, bring me Byrrah and Andromeda and every other General within Atlantis walls, for I fear for the safety of New Atlantis."
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"This is travesty for Atlantean resources, Andromeda." Argos, the rotund General hissed. "These Neptunians are not the concern of Atlantis."
Twirling a war dagger in her hand as she rested upon the perimeter wall of Atlantis, Andromeda could do nothing but chuckle at the General. "Lady Marrina offered sanctuary to the Neptunians. All else doesn't matter unless the Avenging Son himself was to speak, thus anything you say really does not matter - especially if it is from an oaf like yourself.
Rage sparked from Argos' eyes as he clenched his fist, throwing it mere inches from Andromeda while spider webbing the wall behind her. "Do not mock me, Andromeda. I am a General of Atlantis while you...you are..."
Andromeda’s blade quickly pressed at the throat of Argos, the sheer sharpness of her war blade able to draw blood with the faintest of contact. Her hand remained steady, her eyes fixed on the opponent, all it would take was the slightest of pressure to end the skirmish. Argos fate depended on his next words.
"Do not challenge me, Argos!" Andromeda challenged, knowing the words Argos wanted to say yet too afraid to say it to her. "I am not your colleague you buffoon. I am a warrior that is here by request of Lord Namor himself. When we happen to be on the same side of battle, it is not because we are equals, but because Lord Namor has commanded me to put up with fools like you. Do not make the same mistake again."
The two warriors exchanged venomous looks, each waiting for the next move to be revealed but the roar of a horn shattered their impasse. Both turned their attention to the Capital, the only location that the call to arms could be summoned.
"That is an Atlantean battle horn," Argos uttered carefully. "Let us finish this squabble another time?"
"As you wish."
# # # # # # # # # #
“Namor -”
“It is nothing, Marrina.” Namor replied as he began to disrobe in his own chambers.
“Nothing…” The words almost repulsed Marrina. “You have summoned all your Generals. Something is bothering you, Namor.”
Namor hesitated, looking at himself in the mirror, the Atlantean crown still perched upon his head. It had taken so much to place the crown upon his head and something threatened it.
Namor did not look at Marrina. He simply closed his eyes remembering tales of old which he heard as a child. “During the olden times, a plague swarmed over Atlantis. They were demons which our ancestors could not handle. Much like Peter Noble described, these demons had no features – they were called the Faceless Ones.
“Since my people could not handle the threat, they turned to someone named Suma-Ket, a dark prophet with a darker soul. It was an age that Atlantean magic turned away from its true nature and worshipped these Dark Gods due to the liberation from the Faceless Ones.
“Somehow fate vomited Suma-Ket upon my door step and he nearly destroyed Atlantis much in the way he did Atlantis a millennia ago. These mighty hands were nothing against Suma-Ket.”
“How did you defeat him?” Marrina asked, seeing the tension of each word escaping Namor’s mouth.
“We are Atlanteans. Chosen people of Neptune and thus was able to acquire aide from Neptune himself,” Namor remembered, caressing a spot on his chest, remembering being pierced by Suma-Ket’s blade. “Suma-Ket killed me. Neptune chose to return me to the land of the living as his champion. We were able to defeat Suma-Ket but at a very high price.”
“You are worried that without Neptune you cannot defeat Suma-Ket again?”
“I am the Avenging Son,” Namor replied quickly. “I fear no man whether it is flesh or demon.”
“Then what is it that worries you?”
“I only worry for the fate of Atlantis. Can they survive the coming onslaught if it is Suma-Ket?”
“What do you plan to do?”
“Our advanced scouts have no sightings on any occurrences outside of the Pacific. We shall hunt them down and crush this Imperius Rex!”
# # # # # # # # # #
Byrrah stood quietly upon the porch outside his corridors looking down at many below. He had not been in New Atlantis for long, none of them had, but it had become home to many and the true Atlantis nation which he had envisioned for so very long as a youth. He did not know how his cousin Namor had accomplished it, but he had, and in doing so gained his unwavering loyalty which had been questioned many times before in their tumultuous history. He could find no fault in Namor - until today.
A rancid odor had followed the Neptunians into Atlantis; his scrunched nose very evident of his displeasure. Their very existence caused a taste in the waters he could not escape, even from the heights of his very room. They were not Atlanteans. No chronicles of lineage outside of their Queen, Nia Noble. In every way they were very much like those damned Lemurians, a plague upon the existence of Atlantis just from them existing, and yet Namor took them all in no questions due to Lady Marrina.
"What bothers you, Byrrah?" a voice called out as the blue arms of a young Atlantean man embraced the bothered Byrrah from behind. "Is it our little secret?"
Byrrah grasped one of the wrists of the man, applying enough tension that if he squeezed a little more the servant's wrist would have snapped. "Let me make this very clear. What I think is not anyone's concern - especially yours. You were summoned here for a fleeting desire. That desire has run its course. Be gone and let me not hear from you."
The young man stumbled backwards upon release, eventually falling onto his backside, grasping his wrist which throbbed with agonizing pain. He was confused along with being hurt, yet Byrrah did not pay attention to the departure of the servant as the echo of something he never thought he would have heard resonated throughout the city.
"The Battle Horn!"
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Byrrah raced through the city streets, his cape flowing feverishly in his trail. He still managed to continue to adjust his armor which displayed his Atlantean rank, while also fixing his golden helmet, which had become his calling card. Racing up steps toward the courtyard, he saw many which had arrived before him, but knew which in the crowd would hold answers that he sought.
"Banara, how come the Battle Horn was blown?" Byrrah asked the regal councilor.
"Lord Namor requested the call to battle and so it was blown." Banara said, his eyes never leaving the gathering of every Atlantis General and Lieutenant flowing into the Royal Courtyard. "Who am I to question?"
The rumblings of the gathered Generals in such a tight location made whisper upon whisper evolve into a banshee scream. It had persisted for some time until Namor appeared from his chambers, quickly quieting the crowd.
He no longer had the crown upon his head or his regal cloak strolling behind him. He greeted the Generals and everyone in attendance in his Atlantean armor - a blacken chest plate which was covered only by plate upon plate of his segmented shoulder armor. They had expected their King, but he had appeared as much more - as a fellow warrior about to do battle.
Namor looked into the eyes of every Atlantean soldier he could which encircled his position. He was looking for those whose eyes screamed that they were ready for blood, death even if it was for Atlantis. As expected everyone's gaze returned the same fire that screamed from his very soul.
"An ancient evil has returned to the very waters which we call home. An evil which we had vanquished to the very bowels of Hell before, yet they return for another challenge," Namor smirked.
"Andromeda, should I be worried?" Marrina asked in a soft voice as Namor continued his speech.
"Worried for Lord Namor?" Andromeda laughed softly as she kept her eyes upon the man. "He is King of Atlantis."
"That is what I am worried about."
"They left the Neptunians as a warning for their coming. Decimated their city and people to try and show us their might. Whoever is guilty of such callous disdain for the denizens of the deep shall suffer at the hands of the Avenging Son! THIS I SWEAR!”
"Namor is laying it on kind of thick," Nia Noble whispered to her husband.
"I always heard rumors that he could be a little pompous," Peter replied. "As of right now I have no problems with it. He is a king, a warrior, and has enough strength to level anything in the seas."
"What do you think he will do?"
Peter sought his next words carefully. Peter never thought of himself to be a ruler. He was a soldier though and through, and with the words he heard Namor shout to his comrades he knew Namor was one at heart too. "He will do whatever he has to for Atlantis."
"Do you think they can mount an offensive with their forces?"
"See the woman next to Marrina?" Peter gestured innocently. "She holds herself like a warrior born. The way she stands, the way she steadies her blade in her sheath. Her very stature signals as if she was raised for such battle."
"Are not all these Atlanteans the same way?"
"She is different. I don't know how, but she is different. She is the only person that rivals Namor here and I am assuming that is why she is guarding Marrina."
"We shall hunt them down from here to the very Northern Oceans. There is no where they will hide - nowhere Atlantis will not go once our sovereignty is challenged. The sea should boil with the righteous fury of Atlantis. I should be angry. But I'm not. I'm not angry. I'm glad. I'm glad for you and all of Atlantis for today Atlantis fights for all the seas.”
The crowd erupted in a roar.
Making his way through the crowd, Byrrah is stopped by Namor’s grasp, whispering the course of action to his cousin. “Our advanced scouts have not spotted any forces toward our position. We shall send out our mighty army towards Deviant waters and hunt down this threat.”
“Will I be accompanying you?” Marrina asked, finally navigating through the assembled.
“You will stay here in Atlantis with Andromeda,” said Namor.
“I can help, Namor,” Marrina answered. “You know I am more than capable.”
Namor smirked. “I know you can, that is why I need you and Andromeda to defend Atlantis.”
“Lord Namor is correct, Lady Marrina,” Banara interjected. “We have to defend our home as well as tend to the refugees from Neptunia while the fleet is sent out.”
Marrina understood, stepping back from the preparing party as a darkness eclipsed the capital. Looking up she saw two Atlantean war ships, their mere size rivaling the city. They managed to touch down adjacent to the city, stirring up a rush of debris against the city’s fortified walls. Dozens of Atlanteans flocked in herds toward the warships. Those not able to board the two warships mounted mechanical Atlantean steeds to aide with their transportation. It was very clear at that moment; Atlantis was ready for war if needed.
Marrina sat more hesitantly in her own throne aside her husband's. She had just returned to Atlantis and now she was adorned with the finest garments and jewelry that Atlantis had to offer. She looked every bit the part of the Queen of Atlantis, yet worry still kept her on edge.
"What bothers you Marrina?" Namor asked.
"I worry for the people of Neptunia."
Namor could do nothing more than return a caring smirk for Marrina still had her caring heart that he remembered. With a wave of his hand, the grand twenty foot doors which enclosed the chamber to the Atlantis throne room was flung open by Atlantean guards with a noticeable crash, revealing Peter and Nia Noble.
Nia Noble walked slowly, gazing upward at the marvelous engineering which was the room itself. Rows of gigantic pillars extended upwards of fifty feet until transitioning into beautiful arches as if carved by a mighty giant. Beautiful stained glass laced the perimeter of room, giving a calming bluish hue to the room. The walk itself was long yet adorned by many sculptures of antiquities that time had long forgotten.
Peter Noble was a soldier and not a connoisseur. He was less interested in the architecture of the imperial room and more concerned in walking, his obvious limp a physical reminder of the attack he and Neptunia had endured.
"I hope our doctors are adequate for you and your people," Namor asked, his voice resonating through the room as if it had come from a god.
Nia nodded with Peter confirming the affirmation.
"Good..." Namor replied, propping forward ever so slightly. "Now tell me about this onslaught upon Neptunia."
Nia looked for the correct words to say. She reflected on the attack, reliving each scream and cry as her people were essentially obliterated from the depths of the ocean's floor. It was hard for her to relive and it was easily seen from those in the room.
"It was a shit storm," Peter said quickly, holding back nothing and ending the hard task casted upon his wife. "Our people are riddled with injuries for a reason, Namor.”
“You are a welcome guest to Atlantis, Peter Noble,” interrupted a bearded Atlantean near Namor and Marrina. “Thus you should know from this point on to address the ruler of Atlantis as Lord Namor.”
Peter brow cocked quickly instinctively. “And you are…”
“His name is Banara, Peter Noble,” Namor replied. “He is councilor to me and all of Atlantis. Though you are ruler of Neptunia, the complexion of your skin may bring up some unattended feelings in regards to your surface dwelling origins with many Atlanteans. This I know all too well and apologize to you. Please continue”
Peter tried to think of what to say next as he tried to analyze the political climate of Atlantis. He had seen such uncalled for feelings before he left for the Navy during World War II. He thought he had escaped that type of mentality living undersea, but apparently he had just shielded himself from it. It wasn’t right but it was something he had to endure, but would most definitely be brought up later.
“Their sheer numbers darkened the waters as they swarmed upon us. It was like they were vomited from Hell itself. Faceless beasts that only revealed their faces before they ripped into Neptunian flesh. I will have nightmares of their red eyes until the day I die, Lord Namor."
Namor had fought the likes of the green Gamma beast called the Hulk to even the Golden Avenger, Iron Man, so the arm rest of the Atlantean throne was no match for the mighty grip of Namor as it shattered into dust as the description of the attackers struck a sour memory within Namor.
"Namor..." a shocked Marrina uttered as Banara rallied to Namor's position.
"I am fine," an easily frustrated Namor commanded.
Marrina arose from her throne, "Then what is the matter?"
Namor did not want to worry his wife, especially with her just returning to his side, but he did not want to lie to the woman he loved. "Banara, bring me Byrrah and Andromeda and every other General within Atlantis walls, for I fear for the safety of New Atlantis."
# # # # # # # # # #
"This is travesty for Atlantean resources, Andromeda." Argos, the rotund General hissed. "These Neptunians are not the concern of Atlantis."
Twirling a war dagger in her hand as she rested upon the perimeter wall of Atlantis, Andromeda could do nothing but chuckle at the General. "Lady Marrina offered sanctuary to the Neptunians. All else doesn't matter unless the Avenging Son himself was to speak, thus anything you say really does not matter - especially if it is from an oaf like yourself.
Rage sparked from Argos' eyes as he clenched his fist, throwing it mere inches from Andromeda while spider webbing the wall behind her. "Do not mock me, Andromeda. I am a General of Atlantis while you...you are..."
Andromeda’s blade quickly pressed at the throat of Argos, the sheer sharpness of her war blade able to draw blood with the faintest of contact. Her hand remained steady, her eyes fixed on the opponent, all it would take was the slightest of pressure to end the skirmish. Argos fate depended on his next words.
"Do not challenge me, Argos!" Andromeda challenged, knowing the words Argos wanted to say yet too afraid to say it to her. "I am not your colleague you buffoon. I am a warrior that is here by request of Lord Namor himself. When we happen to be on the same side of battle, it is not because we are equals, but because Lord Namor has commanded me to put up with fools like you. Do not make the same mistake again."
The two warriors exchanged venomous looks, each waiting for the next move to be revealed but the roar of a horn shattered their impasse. Both turned their attention to the Capital, the only location that the call to arms could be summoned.
"That is an Atlantean battle horn," Argos uttered carefully. "Let us finish this squabble another time?"
"As you wish."
# # # # # # # # # #
“Namor -”
“It is nothing, Marrina.” Namor replied as he began to disrobe in his own chambers.
“Nothing…” The words almost repulsed Marrina. “You have summoned all your Generals. Something is bothering you, Namor.”
Namor hesitated, looking at himself in the mirror, the Atlantean crown still perched upon his head. It had taken so much to place the crown upon his head and something threatened it.
Namor did not look at Marrina. He simply closed his eyes remembering tales of old which he heard as a child. “During the olden times, a plague swarmed over Atlantis. They were demons which our ancestors could not handle. Much like Peter Noble described, these demons had no features – they were called the Faceless Ones.
“Since my people could not handle the threat, they turned to someone named Suma-Ket, a dark prophet with a darker soul. It was an age that Atlantean magic turned away from its true nature and worshipped these Dark Gods due to the liberation from the Faceless Ones.
“Somehow fate vomited Suma-Ket upon my door step and he nearly destroyed Atlantis much in the way he did Atlantis a millennia ago. These mighty hands were nothing against Suma-Ket.”
“How did you defeat him?” Marrina asked, seeing the tension of each word escaping Namor’s mouth.
“We are Atlanteans. Chosen people of Neptune and thus was able to acquire aide from Neptune himself,” Namor remembered, caressing a spot on his chest, remembering being pierced by Suma-Ket’s blade. “Suma-Ket killed me. Neptune chose to return me to the land of the living as his champion. We were able to defeat Suma-Ket but at a very high price.”
“You are worried that without Neptune you cannot defeat Suma-Ket again?”
“I am the Avenging Son,” Namor replied quickly. “I fear no man whether it is flesh or demon.”
“Then what is it that worries you?”
“I only worry for the fate of Atlantis. Can they survive the coming onslaught if it is Suma-Ket?”
“What do you plan to do?”
“Our advanced scouts have no sightings on any occurrences outside of the Pacific. We shall hunt them down and crush this Imperius Rex!”
# # # # # # # # # #
Byrrah stood quietly upon the porch outside his corridors looking down at many below. He had not been in New Atlantis for long, none of them had, but it had become home to many and the true Atlantis nation which he had envisioned for so very long as a youth. He did not know how his cousin Namor had accomplished it, but he had, and in doing so gained his unwavering loyalty which had been questioned many times before in their tumultuous history. He could find no fault in Namor - until today.
A rancid odor had followed the Neptunians into Atlantis; his scrunched nose very evident of his displeasure. Their very existence caused a taste in the waters he could not escape, even from the heights of his very room. They were not Atlanteans. No chronicles of lineage outside of their Queen, Nia Noble. In every way they were very much like those damned Lemurians, a plague upon the existence of Atlantis just from them existing, and yet Namor took them all in no questions due to Lady Marrina.
"What bothers you, Byrrah?" a voice called out as the blue arms of a young Atlantean man embraced the bothered Byrrah from behind. "Is it our little secret?"
Byrrah grasped one of the wrists of the man, applying enough tension that if he squeezed a little more the servant's wrist would have snapped. "Let me make this very clear. What I think is not anyone's concern - especially yours. You were summoned here for a fleeting desire. That desire has run its course. Be gone and let me not hear from you."
The young man stumbled backwards upon release, eventually falling onto his backside, grasping his wrist which throbbed with agonizing pain. He was confused along with being hurt, yet Byrrah did not pay attention to the departure of the servant as the echo of something he never thought he would have heard resonated throughout the city.
"The Battle Horn!"
# # # # # # # # # #
Byrrah raced through the city streets, his cape flowing feverishly in his trail. He still managed to continue to adjust his armor which displayed his Atlantean rank, while also fixing his golden helmet, which had become his calling card. Racing up steps toward the courtyard, he saw many which had arrived before him, but knew which in the crowd would hold answers that he sought.
"Banara, how come the Battle Horn was blown?" Byrrah asked the regal councilor.
"Lord Namor requested the call to battle and so it was blown." Banara said, his eyes never leaving the gathering of every Atlantis General and Lieutenant flowing into the Royal Courtyard. "Who am I to question?"
The rumblings of the gathered Generals in such a tight location made whisper upon whisper evolve into a banshee scream. It had persisted for some time until Namor appeared from his chambers, quickly quieting the crowd.
He no longer had the crown upon his head or his regal cloak strolling behind him. He greeted the Generals and everyone in attendance in his Atlantean armor - a blacken chest plate which was covered only by plate upon plate of his segmented shoulder armor. They had expected their King, but he had appeared as much more - as a fellow warrior about to do battle.
Namor looked into the eyes of every Atlantean soldier he could which encircled his position. He was looking for those whose eyes screamed that they were ready for blood, death even if it was for Atlantis. As expected everyone's gaze returned the same fire that screamed from his very soul.
"An ancient evil has returned to the very waters which we call home. An evil which we had vanquished to the very bowels of Hell before, yet they return for another challenge," Namor smirked.
"Andromeda, should I be worried?" Marrina asked in a soft voice as Namor continued his speech.
"Worried for Lord Namor?" Andromeda laughed softly as she kept her eyes upon the man. "He is King of Atlantis."
"That is what I am worried about."
"They left the Neptunians as a warning for their coming. Decimated their city and people to try and show us their might. Whoever is guilty of such callous disdain for the denizens of the deep shall suffer at the hands of the Avenging Son! THIS I SWEAR!”
"Namor is laying it on kind of thick," Nia Noble whispered to her husband.
"I always heard rumors that he could be a little pompous," Peter replied. "As of right now I have no problems with it. He is a king, a warrior, and has enough strength to level anything in the seas."
"What do you think he will do?"
Peter sought his next words carefully. Peter never thought of himself to be a ruler. He was a soldier though and through, and with the words he heard Namor shout to his comrades he knew Namor was one at heart too. "He will do whatever he has to for Atlantis."
"Do you think they can mount an offensive with their forces?"
"See the woman next to Marrina?" Peter gestured innocently. "She holds herself like a warrior born. The way she stands, the way she steadies her blade in her sheath. Her very stature signals as if she was raised for such battle."
"Are not all these Atlanteans the same way?"
"She is different. I don't know how, but she is different. She is the only person that rivals Namor here and I am assuming that is why she is guarding Marrina."
"We shall hunt them down from here to the very Northern Oceans. There is no where they will hide - nowhere Atlantis will not go once our sovereignty is challenged. The sea should boil with the righteous fury of Atlantis. I should be angry. But I'm not. I'm not angry. I'm glad. I'm glad for you and all of Atlantis for today Atlantis fights for all the seas.”
The crowd erupted in a roar.
Making his way through the crowd, Byrrah is stopped by Namor’s grasp, whispering the course of action to his cousin. “Our advanced scouts have not spotted any forces toward our position. We shall send out our mighty army towards Deviant waters and hunt down this threat.”
“Will I be accompanying you?” Marrina asked, finally navigating through the assembled.
“You will stay here in Atlantis with Andromeda,” said Namor.
“I can help, Namor,” Marrina answered. “You know I am more than capable.”
Namor smirked. “I know you can, that is why I need you and Andromeda to defend Atlantis.”
“Lord Namor is correct, Lady Marrina,” Banara interjected. “We have to defend our home as well as tend to the refugees from Neptunia while the fleet is sent out.”
Marrina understood, stepping back from the preparing party as a darkness eclipsed the capital. Looking up she saw two Atlantean war ships, their mere size rivaling the city. They managed to touch down adjacent to the city, stirring up a rush of debris against the city’s fortified walls. Dozens of Atlanteans flocked in herds toward the warships. Those not able to board the two warships mounted mechanical Atlantean steeds to aide with their transportation. It was very clear at that moment; Atlantis was ready for war if needed.