The Taichu Golden Sky-Cruiser glided toward the center of the spinning underwater galaxy.
At eight thousand meters beneath the Atlantic Ocean, the spatial whirlpool roared like a subterranean hurricane. Giant torrents of dark sea currents spun in dizzying spirals, tearing sunken volcanic boulders into fine silt.
On the bridge, Dr. Marina Solis stood beside the bronze pedestal, holding the glowing Aegean Poseidon Trident-Prong.
“The whirlpool is an ancient Pre-Flood defense mechanism,” Marina explained, her voice steady and confident. “If an intruder approaches without the royal harmonic frequency, the spatial currents will compress their vessel into a solid iron coin.”
“That sounds like a very aggressive home security system,” Lin Mo remarked dryly.
Marina smiled faintly. She tapped the three prongs of the trident with a small silver tuning fork.
DINGGGGGGG!
A pure, resonant azure frequency rippled out from the trident, passing straight through the cruiser’s hull into the roaring waters.
