Blood on the Asphalt biker
The Sovereign’s boots touched the iron causeway with a heavy, magnetic clank that vibrated through the water.
"You possess an admirable flaw, Vanguard," the Sovereign’s voice echoed directly through the water, bypassing their comms entirely. It sounded like shifting tectonic plates. "You believe the Origin-Code makes you gods. But down here, there is only one god. And his name is Pressure."
The Sovereign raised the Singularity-Staff and slammed the butt of it against the iron floor.
A localized gravity-wave erupted outward.
It hit the Vanguard like a freight train. The crushing pressure of the deep sea instantly doubled.