"Everyone, the time has come for the Sea Clan to rise." The Sea King spoke slowly, and the voices around him fell silent.
Everyone watched him with burning eyes, waiting for his command.
The Sea King gazed into the endless darkness of the deep sea beyond the palace, his eyes seeming to pierce thousands of miles of seawater and settle upon the continent that haunted his dreams.
No one would remember that the Sea Clan's royal family, which now ruled the deep sea, had once been human.
When the Great Cataclysm struck and human civilization fell, they had abandoned their human bodies in pursuit of a sliver of hope. Using genetic modification, they had transformed themselves into the Sea Clan and sunk into the deep sea, clinging to life and biding their time until now.
The ocean was a refuge, but it was also a cage.
They had lurked in the darkness, multiplied, and grown stronger, all for one purpose-to return to land and reclaim the home that should have been theirs!
"Humans are relics discarded by the times. Only the Sea Clan can rule the New World!"
The Sea King raised his golden trident, and dark-blue currents surged through the depths.
His gaze was fathomless, his voice icy.
"We adapted to the darkness. We took control of the oceans. We transformed and were reborn in the face of despair.
Yet they do nothing but slaughter one another in war, rotting away in the ruins of the Old World.
Once we conquer the land, it will be time to announce to the world the birth of the New Humans!"
The Sea King slowly rose, sweeping his cold gaze over his fervent people.
An arrogant smile curled his lips, and his voice rang through the Deep-Sea Royal Palace, laden with the