Unas hovered in the sea, his eyes fixed on the south.
A thin, grayish-white line stretched between sea and sky, blocking the bay's exit.
"Chief..." A Centurion swam to his side, his tentacles curling uneasily. "We... can't get out."
Nearly a thousand warriors around them were also staring at the barrier in the distance. Unrest spread through their ranks, their whispers merging into a restless murmur.
We're surrounded.
The thought flashed through Unas's mind as he swiftly weighed the situation.
He glanced back at the mine.
Continuing to dig, forcing their way through the tunnel, and claiming the ore vein was enormously tempting. It also suited his creed of charging forward without hesitation.
Yet with their retreat cut off, the risk of being trapped here was just as great.
Should he stake everything on one desperate push, or play it safe and open an escape route first?
He snorted coldly. So what if they've surrounded us?
Those land dwellers could never defeat him in a head-on battle underwater.
"What are you panicking for?"
Unas forcibly quelled the unrest in his army.
"It's nothing but a pile of rotten stones those land dwellers threw together."
He raised his main tentacle and pointed toward the gray line to the south. "All forces, heed my command! Target the southern barrier. Crush it!"
Nothing could stop the Bonecrusher Clan's advance!
The army moved out.
Nearly a thousand Many-Armed Folk warriors and dozens of sea beasts formed ranks, casting vast shadows over the seabed.
They crossed the underwater plain and advanced toward the bay's exit.
As they drew closer, the "gray line" gradually revealed its true form.
It was no dike cobbled together from rotten stones.
It rose ten meters above the sea, towering like a mountain and ruling out any chance of going over