Albert's gentle gaze swept across the room, finally resting on the Sea Emperor on the throne. Without any pleasantries, he went straight to the point, his voice steady and clear:
"The Void Insect Race is the enemy of us all. They devour, evolve, expand, with no end."
He raised his hand, not using any extravagant magic, just simply invoking the surrounding Water Elements.
Immediately, the sea water in the center of the hall coalesced into a clear image, depicting a trench ravaged by the Insect Race, with a massive nest, surging insect tide, and ocean behemoths reduced to bones… each detail was shocking.
"If I recall correctly, this was once Elder Lan's hunting ground." Albert's voice carried a barely noticeable heaviness, "Now, only dead silence remains. How many such places are there still in the ocean? How many more will be added in the future?"
A veteran of the Sea Race couldn't help but retort, "We have our own strength to clear…"
