The water around them vibrated as the War Machines shifted into full view. All they could now see were the colossal titans of Magic Engineering and Spell-Craft.
Each one of these Aquatic War-Machines exuded more menace than the smaller abyssal behemoths they'd spent twelve hours hiding from. Their engines pulsed with steady, rhythmic thunder, a deep mechanical heartbeat that rolled through the ocean like a sacred war drum.
No one spoke, and none of them could, they were completely in awe at the immense pressure of their presence that pressed down on the students until their bones felt like they were humming from inside their bodies.
Then the first War Machine tilted its massive wings downward, and a moment later, everything exploded with motion.
Currents roared outward, a controlled cyclone created by the beating of the machine's rune-etched wings. The water churned around the students like a spiraling tunnel of force, but for once, it wasn't an attack.
It was a lifeline.
