Duke tilted his head slightly, extending his Spiritual Power down beneath the hull without betraying any emotion.
Beneath the sea, in the deep-water layer where moonlight could no longer penetrate, something was moving.
Duke could feel these things keeping a fixed distance from one another, rising toward the surface from the deep sea at a speed far surpassing ordinary marine creatures.
Their energy fluctuations carried an extremely faint Water Element aura—they were of the Sea Race.
Hundreds of meters below the surface, in that deep-water layer, those neatly arrayed energy signals suddenly halted.
They hovered and formed ranks not far beneath the keel of the Seawind, like soldiers awaiting inspection.
Immediately after, a surge of Water Element fluctuations far greater and purer than the rest slowly rose from the depths below; with every span it ascended, the surrounding seawater parted of its own accord to either side, forming a vertical, transparent corridor within the deep.
