Zariah felt a foreign energy surge through her, an energy she could not even recognized as every other thought flitted away, every cell in her body screaming for Lord Imain's blood.
Lord Imain lifted the Tide Trident up and the waters began swooshing and swirling around him with rapidly growing currents.
"Alpha, the currents are too treacherous, let the Sea Lords handle this. We will take him down." Lord Melven reasoned, his voice sounded far away to Zariah who did not bother sparing him a glance.
"Lord Melven is right, we will bring him to you." Lord Jole supported, his grip tightening around his sword.
Again, Zariah paid them no heed as she stepped off Gretha's back but Lord Melven moved to stand before her.
Zariah's gaze narrowed into a glare, resting on the mer blocking her path.
"Move." Zariah ordered in a dark, domineering tone.
