Bought by the Feral Billionaire
Dominic’s gold-rimmed eyes snapped toward the massive, multi-inch sheets of reinforced acrylic that looked directly out into the dark, underwater depths of the Pacific trench.
The white mist and boiling steam from the nuclear strike had finally cleared, but the ocean wasn't dark anymore.
Five miles down, in the blackest abyss of the oceanic trench, a massive, rhythmic pulsing light had begun to beat. It wasn't the cold blue energy of the First Lycans, nor was it the golden fire of the Northern line. It was a terrifying, blinding combination of both—a swirling vortex of cosmic purple lightning that shot upward through the water, targeting the bunker.