"Humans?" Edor scoffed, his voice edged with the arrogance of youth. "What do they know of the old magics? What can steel and fire do against creatures born of the primordial depths?"
Ivyona studied the scene below thoughtfully. "Do not underestimate them, my son. Humanity has faced extinction before and prevailed. Their resilience is their greatest strength."
"Indeed," Akurnni agreed.
"They have quite a few individuals who are capable of dealing with this threat."
Akurnni's voice resonated with the deep currents of the ancient and powerful ocean. "Edor… your faith in humanity blinds you to the nature of this threat."
The sea deity gestured toward the scene, where the nyphorite horde was present—their razor-sharp appendages, their hunger-filled eyes, and the distinct symbols carved into their very flesh.
