As Xia Mi danced using Fenrir's body, the entire seabed trembled.
It was not a disturbance caused by the movement of seawater, but something deeper—beneath the seabed, in the depths of the earth, something was awakening, responding.
The earth element began to rejoice.
At first, it was only a faint tremor. A few grains of sand bounced off the seabed like the first notes of a dance. But as Fenrir's body swayed more and more widely, those tremors began to gather, resonate, and intensify.
They spread in the direction Fenrir's body bent, following every turn and every sweep of his tail, gradually shaking the entire seabed.
The basalt that had slumbered for thousands of years gave off a low rumble beneath Fenrir's dance steps. Cracks spread from where his dragon claws landed, like the veins of the earth, one after another, branching out in every direction.
Every crack widened, every rumble deepened. The instant seawater poured into the fissures, countless white bubbles erupted, as though the seabed were breathing.
Mud and sand rose from the seabed like countless yellow veils, drifting slowly through the deep sea. They flowed with Fenrir's rotations, circle after circle, layer upon layer, gradually forming a massive vortex around his dragon body.
Enormous rocks peeled away from the seabed, as if lifted by invisible hands, slowly rising into the water. They revolved around Fenrir, faster and faster, more and more violently, until they became a hurricane of sand, stone, and water.
And Fenrir stood at the center of that hurricane.
His dragon head was held high, his tail stretched out, and his colossal body turned slowly at the heart of the vortex. His scales flashed with a metallic chill as he spun, like countless mirrors reflecting black halos—the phenomenon produced by an extreme concentration of earth