Chapter 463. Myrtle
Deep within the Sea Wyvern Nest, beneath miles of crushing ocean pressure, an ancient volcanic flow slithered like molten veins through transparent white rock. The translucent passageways, warm and glowing from the lava beneath, cast an eerie light across the cavern walls.
Massive Wyverns swam chaotically, fleeing in one direction like a school of startled fish. Their escape wasn’t from natural disaster— but from something far worse.
A woman stood calmly in their path.
She looked like a mortal in her twenties, though there was nothing human about her presence. Her Phantom Mask concealed her expression, but two sleek black wings extended behind her, and twisted black horns crowned her head. With a single fluid swipe of her hand, her fingers transformed into obsidian claws.
She swung downward.
The nearest Wyvern didn’t even get the chance to scream. It was cleaved cleanly in half, its blood dispersing like red smoke in the water.
"Weak," she muttered, her voice distorted by the Phantom Mask.
She turned her gaze toward the rest of the fleeing Wyverns, her eyes narrowing.
Then, like a shadow tearing through water, she gave chase.
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Elsewhere, a humanoid girl rested atop a rocky outcropping surrounded by loyal guards. Her skin shimmered in shades of green and blue, reminiscent of polished sea glass. A tattoo of a turtle shell stretched across her back, and she wore nothing but a modest brown wrap that barely clung to her figure.
Around her stood a battalion of Shrimp Men and Crab Men, clad in sleek armor and holding futuristic spears that buzzed faintly with energy.