In the command pod of the Leviathan, Velin closed his eyes, his consciousness merging with the giant beast.
He could feel the viscous liquid on the organic walls pulsating slowly, like a giant heart.
The immense pressure of the deep sea seeped through the thick bio-armor, a heavy, cold weight.
His Spiritual Power reached out, condensing into a single beam to find the six restless minds within the troop bay.
An image formed in his mind.
Ola and his five most elite Knights were crammed into the tight space. Lightweight chainmail clung to their skin, and the bulging packs on their backs made muffled thumps.
"Ola."
Velin spoke to him, "Remember, you're a demolition team, not an army of conquest. Create chaos, then disappear."
Ola grinned, his fan-sized hand patting his pack.
"Got it. Smash and run."
Velin projected two flashing red dots into their minds. They appeared on a crude map composed of sonar and geological sensor data.
