Chapter 117: Namor McKenzie
Galactus had departed, and Earth's fragile peace seemed to return.
But the wounds left on New York would not heal anytime soon.
The oceans surrounding New York had suffered catastrophic damage.
During the ferocious battle between Gene and Galactus, entire swaths of seawater had been evaporated, riverbeds cracked apart by the strikes of the Planet Devourer's warhammer, and countless marine creatures had perished in the chaos.
In the city itself, buildings lay in ruins, tsunamis had swept through streets, and the heart of New York was now submerged beneath murky, stagnant waters.
Rescue and recovery teams were working around the clock, desperately trying to drain the flooded streets and restore order.
But amidst the chaos, few noticed a strange and ominous development:
Several sea creatures quietly emerged from the ocean, crawling ashore with eerie purpose.
They were crabs — but not the kind anyone had ever seen before.
Each was massive, their shells armored like tanks, their beady eyes darting about, scanning and analyzing their surroundings with uncanny intelligence.
Far across the vast Pacific Ocean, deep beneath the waves in the hidden kingdom of Atlantis, a blond man sat atop his throne, coldly observing the feed transmitted back by the mechanical crabs.
He was Namor McKenzie — King of Atlantis, and the absolute ruler of the ocean's endless depths.