Early that morning, a bizarre change occurred on the surface of the Endless Sea. Overnight, the deep blue water faded into a dull, iron-gray hue, as if the entire ocean had been tainted by some inexpressible will.
The coastal fishing villages were the first to sense the anomaly. Flocks of seabirds let out shrill screeches. Instead of circling for food, they migrated south toward the mainland without looking back, fleeing like a routed army.
The rhythm of the waves had also changed. It was no longer the natural ebb and flow of the tide, but a muffled, rhythmic pulsation.
THUD... THUD... THUD...
It was as if a massive heart was awakening from its slumber in the oceanic crust, thousands of meters below.
Allen stood atop the highest dome of Cybertron, gazing far to the north. The Magic Power peak imaging transmitted by the Celestial Net was projected before his eyes in real-time by Jarvis.
