In half a day, Allen used Star Iron and Amazon Metal the size of a pinky nail to forge a mask.
With shaping magic and Enchantment Craft, it could convert oxygen in the water to provide breathable air.
Considering the limited time and how cumbersome a full suit of armor would be for underwater combat, Allen gave up on making an entire set.
In a sea region with exceptionally harsh weather lay an archipelago.
Whirlpools, lightning, and torrential storms surrounded it year-round. Ocean-going vessels would never pass through this place.
Moreover, it was far from the underwater city of Atlantis, so it received little attention.
The Atlanteans who supported the old king Namor were now hiding on the islands.
More precisely, the Atlantean nobles were on the islands. Not only could they breathe underwater, but they could also breathe normally on land, though they could not stay away from water for long.
Only the Atlantean commoners could not survive without water and could only hide in underwater caves beneath the islands.
The Shark Knights who had ambushed them earlier had their helmets filled with seawater to ensure they could breathe.
They landed on the island.
Namor led his former subordinates out to welcome them.
A group of finely dressed nobles followed at his side. They looked much like humans and belonged to the coexistence faction.
To put it bluntly, they paid no attention to human society, had no intention of conquering the land, and only wanted to develop the ocean.
"I've roughly figured things out."
Namor said gravely, "The various factions of the ocean kingdom have all chosen to become vassals and submit under Atlan and the Council of Elders. I'm afraid I have no ability to help."
Namor could not be blamed for losing heart. The ocean kingdom was