While I have to give this Rényú-princess-turned-psychopath credit for a ballsy threat, I don't think she quite knows who she's dealing with, so we'll just see about that rampaging across the surface nonsense.
Extending my arms to the side, I collect a powerful pulse of energy against my armored hide. As it gathers, the lagoon waters spiral above me into a whirling vortex, tearing the derelict and crumbling underwater city apart. The walls and floor around me are bathed in the crystal blue of my talisman, then the sudden burst of sunlight pouring into the opened space inside the rotating waterspout.
With her newly-created trident held above her head, Queen Nàxiē's daughter stands her ground in an unearthly glowing orb of her circlet's power. Even when the water retreats, tearing the once-sturdy temple apart and exposing the seabed to the open air, it's only enough to force her to her knees beside her dead mother's body.
