Chapter 120: Spider-Man and Doom
"Today, we declare war on those arrogant surface-dwellers! Let them witness the might of Atlantis!" Namor's voice boomed across the deep, stirring the ranks before him.
Arrayed in precise formation, Namor's army of armored sea creatures stood proud as their king inspected them. Behind him, immense water-powered steel warships gleamed under the bioluminescent glow of deep-sea flora. Over the past few months, Namor had rallied the federated clans of the ocean under a single cause: retaliation.
Surface humans had gone too far.
Their pollution choked the seas. Their greed for expansion knew no bounds. They wanted more—more territory, more resources, more control. So when Namor suggested that it was time to make a statement, the undersea nations agreed without hesitation.
As Namor paced through the ranks, his top aide Haibo swam up beside him. "Your Majesty, we've detected a surface-dweller submarine not far from here. Shall we engage?"
Namor's lip curled into a smile. "How fortunate. Let them be our opening act. Show them what happens when they stray into our kingdom."
With a wave of his hand, one of the nearby warships peeled away, slicing through the currents toward the detected target.
Not far from the undersea army's location, a submarine hovered in eerie silence, shaped like a metallic sphere. Inside, two figures monitored sonar and energy readings: Doom and Spider-Man.
The mission was simple—recon. Assess the scale of Atlantis's military buildup and report back. But nothing ever stayed simple for long.
Spider-Man sat fidgeting in a sleek, deep-diving suit, his face obscured by a clear spider-emblazoned breathing mask. His muffled voice came through the comms: "So, Doom... this iron death-trap you built isn't going to blow up on us, right?"