"Master, ten o'clock!"
Without hesitation, Ian activated Precognitive Vision. His eyes gleamed with psychic light as he called out the coordinates: "Seventy-five meters underwater, rapidly closing in!"
Indeed, underwater armor could evade Master Gose's perception of air pressure, and its coating could make it nearly invisible beneath the water... But.
To Ian, who possessed Precognitive Vision, it made no difference what coating the enemy had or whether it was concealed—so long as it existed here, it would be discovered.
It was even as conspicuous as a highlighted marker seen through walls.
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Beneath the water, the speeding armor had no idea it had already been discovered. Andor, piloting this steel behemoth, still harbored resentment and rage toward that Ironclad Shark—if not for that Ironclad Shark, he had been completely confident that, with the fleet's coordinated cannon fire, they could force the survey ship into the heart of the storm and slow it down, then sink it from afar with several specially made storm-evading shells.
Yes, the pirate fleet had been equipped with two absurdly expensive enchanted alchemical shells, each worth nearly a thousand talers. They had been custom-made specifically for Master Gose; a Second Energy Level could not possibly block them if caught off guard.
As long as Nearlight slowed down, or its captain was not particularly skilled, those two shells would definitely give the survey team a pleasant surprise.
Unfortunately, not only was Nearlight's captain highly skilled, they themselves had run into the Ironclad Shark. Their flagship had been rammed and slowed, so those two shells would likely go unused.
Leaving him no choice but to risk himself.
The pale-blue armor gave off a low hum that was difficult to pinpoint as it approached Nearlight underwater like a phantom.
Andor had