The Devouring Whale Overlord watched silently, its sense of helplessness growing. It could not roar, could not shout in anger due to the seal restraining its fury, but the malice in its eyes remained.
Linsley, however, no longer viewed it or its clan as living beings deserving of empathy.
His voice dropped, laced with quiet, dangerous resolve. "This will sound arrogant, perhaps even self-centered—but it's the truth. Those who follow me will prosper. Those who obstruct me will die."
He paused, his gaze lingering on the surrounding ocean where countless devouring whales surfaced, watching, their hostility bubbling beneath the surface.
"The lives of the minority are insignificant compared to the majority. These whales," he said, his expression darkening further, "have exhausted my patience."
As Linsley finished speaking, the flux around him surged.
His hands moved with precise control, shaping the energy into something far more sinister.
