AVIONA'S POV
The sea shuddered again.
This time it was louder—an angry roar that rolled through the water and slammed into the seafloor. Sand erupted around us, silt billowing upward in spiraling clouds, as if the ocean itself had cried out in pain.
My hands flew to King Faelan’s scaled arm, instinctively clinging to him as the tremor rattled through my bones. He reacted just as fast, pulling me in, his body a solid barrier against the chaos, one arm locking me to his chest.
“It sounded so close,” King Mordain muttered, his voice dulled by the water, though the tension in it was unmistakable.
Thalassa’s gaze flicked upward, her expression tightening. “I need to see what’s happening on the surface.”
Before anyone could stop her, her body twisted gracefully through the water. The curr
