The trench slowly emptied of chaos.
Where the battlefield had once boiled with infernal flame and abyssal corruption, there was now only the steady rhythm of an organized rescue.
Royal guards moved through the chamber in disciplined formations, their coral-forged armor glinting in the faint bioluminescent glow that returned to the cavern.
Healers worked quickly, guiding the unconscious mermaids into stabilized currents that would carry them safely to the surface transports.
Soft streams of restorative mana flowed through the water like threads of silver light.
Albedo watched quietly.
Despite the destruction that had occurred here only minutes earlier, the efficiency of Atlantis's response was impressive. There was no panic. No confusion.
Only practiced precision.
These people were used to crises.
Elektra leaned against a fractured pillar, arms crossed as she observed the operation.
"Efficient bunch," she muttered.
