To most Cecilians who had come into contact with sirens, these allies from the deep sea were gentle, harmless, and fascinating friends. They were friendly and peaceful, intensely curious about things on land, and knowledgeable about exotic mysteries and advanced technologies unknown to many land-dwelling races. They had strange habits and life forms, and occasionally did things that seemed utterly insane to others—anything from the sea was at least a little crazy, as the "professionals" who had dealt frequently with the ocean over the past two years often said.
That was the impression sirens left on most land-dwelling races—or, more precisely, the impression they left on their "friends." Very few in this world viewed them from the standpoint of an enemy and experienced their other side. Perhaps that was because this race was simply too friendly and gentle, to the point that almost no one could truly become their enemy.
Thus, over the past millennia, only the Children of the Storm had experienced the martial might of these rulers of the sea—and now, a group of Dark Priests living in the wasteland had gained that honor as well.
It was as though ten thousand thunderclaps had exploded beside them. Immense force crushed down upon the ancient fortress platform, like the enormous tentacles of some deep-sea monstrosity smashing down upon it, shattering the sturdy artificial Rock strata that had stood until this day. The Sea Demon who called herself the "Deep-Sea War Lord" used no weapons or equipment. With that astonishing "body" alone, she nearly destroyed the entire platform. Rainwater rose outside the fortress, even bulging upward across the plains as though defying gravity, forming a "mountain" of water. Within the rolling waves, countless tentacles danced beneath the surface. Dazzling patterns flickered and flowed over them, stirring tsunami-like roars within Banor's