The Storm Reef had always been a dangerous place, a chaotic jumble of jagged coral and unpredictable currents. But under the occupation of the Draconic Legion, it had become a factory of death.
Alvian materialized on a ridge overlooking the central basin. The water here tasted of copper and ozone. The natural beauty of the reef was gone, replaced by brutal, functional machinery. Massive drills ground into the seabed, tearing up the [Thunder Stones]. Conveyor belts moved the glowing blue rocks into the maws of towering smelters, which refined the ore into fuel for the siege cannons.
The cannons themselves were terrifying. Three of them, each the size of a skyscraper, pointed toward the distant lights of Azureus. They hummed with a low, menacing vibration as they charged.
"Three cannons," Alvian muttered, his eyes scanning the layout. "Protected by a legion of Dragon-Kin and... Reanimated Naga."
