On the muddy docks, Mera knelt beside the mentally broken Orm.
"He's finished! Arthur, you're the only king Atlantis has left!"
Mera clutched the collar of Arthur's tank top and pointed at Orm, who was grinning vacantly at a puddle. Her voice rose so sharply it nearly cracked.
Arthur stood like an iron tower in the muddy water, his head buzzing as he stared at his younger half brother, who had once looked down on everyone and now could do nothing but drool.
"Abba... abba..." Orm sat in the mud, absorbed in playing with a dead fish, a glistening string of drool hanging from his mouth.
"He's lost his mind, and the fleet is destroyed." Mera trembled all over, whether from cold or fear. She glanced at the gentle-looking woman in a black Shihakusho nearby, deep terror flashing in her eyes, and shouted in a hushed voice.
"The king of Xebel and the other sea kingdoms will never submit to an idiot! If you don't go back, the struggle for the throne will tear Atlantis apart! When that happens, war won't just engulf the seven seas. It'll drag the surface into it too!"
"I don't give a damn about that fucking throne!" Arthur threw off Mera's hand and pointed toward the distant Lighthouse, his eyes bloodshot. "All I care about is my old man! If Doctor Yang hadn't been here today, you lunatics would've wiped Amnesty Bay off the map!"
"And next time?!" Mera refused to back down. "If another fleet comes, do you expect Doctor Yang to put his life on the line again? Do you think someone will always be there to shatter a tsunami with one punch?!"
Her words struck Arthur's chest like a sledgehammer.
He snapped his head around toward the pickup truck.
Yang Ming had