The Devouring Whale Overlord's spirit had been utterly crushed, but the irony wasn't lost on him.
For all its power, all its pride, the whale had never been a match for him. And now, it was a reminder to any who dared cross him.
Linsley gazed out, satisfied with his conquest. The Sinclair Order had just acquired a powerful new set of guardians.
As if to prove his point, the entire Devouring Whale Clan began to shift, their massive forms moving in unison.
The Devouring Whale Overlord, now a puppet under Linsley's control, lowered its enormous head into the water before him, its once-mighty presence diminished.
The other whales followed suit, their massive bodies undulating through the depths as they knelt in submission.
In a voice devoid of emotion, like that of a puppet, they spoke as one, "All hail Lord Sinclair!"
The words echoed through the ocean depths, a chilling testament to Linsley's power.
