MATED TO MY BROTHER'S ENEMY
No one wanted to wait around for that.
“The Deep Clans stretch alliance,” Nereia said, tracing shapes in the water with her clawed fingers, directing currents like a conductor. “Our fighters know hidden sea paths. Our ships can go where yours can’t, underwater routes, right to their doorsteps.”
Marcus nodded, gears spinning. “Joint attack, then. Surface fleet boxes them in. Underwater crew hits the caves straight on.”
Thorne, finally looking a bit hopeful, chimed in. “Western Fleet’s been gearing up since the raids died down. We’re ready, especially if you’ll guide us in.”