Inside Leviathan One's command chamber, the Thunderbolt Jewel serving as its energy core slowly dimmed, entering a forced cooldown.
Beyond the breach, masses of charred wreckage burned by electricity floated in the seawater, tumbling slowly with the undercurrents.
The battlefield, so clamorous moments before, had fallen deathly silent.
[My lord, how come we only electrocuted a few of them?]
Sea Wolf's swearing came from inside Leviathan Two.
[These bastards are damned hard to kill!]
Ola's roar followed from Number Three.
Veylin ignored their shouting.
His gaze rested on the tactical map. After a brief period of confusion, the surviving red dots had not scattered and fled. Instead, they began gathering in Glash's direction.
Even a cornered beast would fight.
[Ola, are your knights ready?]
Veylin's voice reached the dwarf baron through a private channel.
[My lads have been itching to go! I've wanted to let them out for some fresh air for ages!]
[Good.]
[Time to clean up.]
A moment later, the enormous mouths beneath the heads of Leviathan Two and Number Three slowly opened.
Thick fleshy flaps curled outward soundlessly, revealing two dark, circular passages.
Inside the passages, Ola and Sea Wolf stood at the front of their units.
Behind them, fifty knights and twenty sailors were already equipped and ready to deploy.
[Elwin, are you ready?]
[Whenever you are, my lord.]
Elwin's voice came from Leviathan One. He stood on the spell amplification platform, both hands hovering over the matrix core before him.
[Launch.]
The order went out.
High-pressure seawater flooded the passages inside the hatches, and a muffled boom echoed from the Leviathans' bellies.
More than seventy black specks were hurled out of the hulls by immense hydraulic pressure. They tore through the water, plunging toward the coral reef below.
As they cleared the hulls, a magical