The abyssal dark of the Mariana Trench was no longer an unassailable sanctuary for the ancient world. Seven miles beneath the boiling Pacific swells, where the physical pressure of the water was enough to crush a modern human submarine into dead scrap metal, a silent, glowing vanguard was cutting through the ancient deep. They did not move with the clunky, technical submersibles of the Orion Directorate or the primitive leviathan beasts of the old courts. They swam with a terrifying, fluid mechanical velocity that completely redefined the limits of supernatural biology.
This was the mobilization of the first elite strike wing of the Sovereign Guard, led directly by Maya and Elena.
To survive the absolute, crushing deep-sea parameters, the two hundred thousand ascended Omegas did not rely
