Chapter 122: Everyone’s Gone
With a flash of golden light, Doom and Spider-Man vanished into the submarine's portal.
Meanwhile, the Atlanteans were seething with rage. Since when had the proud overlords of the sea suffered such catastrophic losses—at the hands of land-dwellers no less? And yet, amidst their fury lurked a growing fear. That haunting azure light from earlier—it didn't just destroy ships. It felt like death itself had descended from the depths.
Without hesitation, countless water cannons and energy rays erupted from the Atlantean warships, bombarding the land-dwellers' submarine still lingering not far off.
Blinding light exploded across the ocean floor.
When the radiance finally faded, the submarine—now clearly visible—was a wreck. Its once-smooth exterior was riddled with craters and fractures. Air bubbles escaped steadily from the cracks, rising in endless streams.
"Land humans can't withstand such pressure. A few of you—go in for a closer look," the fleet commander ordered coldly, eyes locked on the battered sub.
The warriors called out wore grim expressions as they cautiously swam toward the vessel. The memory of the azure blast was still fresh—seared into their minds.
Yet when they arrived and found no signs of resistance or attack, their courage began to return.
"Commander, the enemy submarine has lost all power. The hull's critically damaged. No one inside could've survived," one of them reported confidently.
Convinced the danger had passed, the four massive warships began moving forward. Swarms of Atlantean soldiers surged around the crippled submarine.
Inside that dark, ruined sub, the holographic screen still glowed faintly. On it, numbers ticked downward—relentlessly counting.
"Should we haul this thing back, Commander?" one of the warriors asked.