Chapter 94: Chapter 93: Tides That Never Stopped Moving

The Sea God’s Palace welcomed Aegis not with a roar of fanfare, but with the profound, rhythmic familiarity of the deep.

The vast underwater dome shimmered as it always had, its translucent walls filtering the eternal blue light into the halls like the steady breathing of a sleeping titan.

Schools of luminous fish scattered in shimmering ribbons at his arrival, and the ancient coral pillars thrummed softly.

They resonated with his presence as if acknowledging a master who had merely stepped away for a moment rather than one who had vanished into a realm of slaughter.

​Aegis descended through the water columns slowly, his boots eventually touching the palace floor with a muted, heavy echo.

Beside him, Pyro bounced with renewed vigor. The Fire Slime looked larger than before, not necessarily in physical dimensions, but in the sheer weight of his presence.

The Titan Slime evolution had left indelible marks on his essence. His gelatinous surface glowed with a steadier, hotter core, and his movements were more deliberate, as if even his simple mind had matured after witnessing a war that spanned a planetary scale.

​Aegis exhaled, a trail of silver bubbles rising from his lips.

“I am home,” he murmured.

The palace answered him in kind. Water currents shifted with a gentle caress, mana streams realigned to feed his aura, and the Sea God’s Throne hummed faintly in the distance, recognizing its rightful bearer.

​Then, footsteps echoed through the grand hall. They were soft, swift, and painfully familiar. Three figures emerged from the luminescence of the far corridor.

Eterna walked at the center, Flama moved to her right, and Diva took her place on the left. Aegis froze for a fraction of a second, his heart hammering against his ribs. They had changed. No, that was not entirely accurate. They had grown.

​Gone were the lingering traces of adolescence and the soft innocence that had defined them before his departure. Standing before him now were three stunning young women, each tall, graceful, and radiant in her own distinct way. Their faces remained nearly identical, sculpted by the same divine hand, yet the differences in their spirits were now unmistakable.

​Eterna’s eyes burned with a quiet, tempered authority, golden embers flickering beneath a mask of calm composure. Her posture was straight and confident, possessing the bearing of one who had learned the hard lessons of leadership in her father’s absence.

Flama’s smile was sharp and lively, her crimson eyes dancing with a mixture of mischief and newfound intensity. Power rolled off her in waves like heat from an open forge, barely restrained by her will.

Diva, standing slightly behind her sisters, wore a gentler expression. Her gaze was warm and brimming with affection, but there was a visible depth there now, a strength shaped by responsibility rather than the chaos of battle.

Their phoenix heritage glowed subtly beneath their skin, fiery runes pulsing faintly at their collars and along their arms as they reacted to his return.

​For a long moment, the silence of the deep held them.

Then Diva moved first.

She rushed forward and threw her arms around Aegis without hesitation, nearly knocking the wind from him. “Papa!”

The impact was enough to stagger him slightly, but Aegis simply blinked and laughed softly. He returned the embrace, resting a heavy hand on her head.

“You have grown,” he said.

​Flama snorted and crossed her arms, though her eyes betrayed her.

“That is it? You vanishes into some ridiculous battlefield for two months, comes back, and that is all you say, papa?”

Eterna stepped closer, her eyes glistening despite her attempts to remain composed.

“Welcome back, Papa.”

​Aegis looked at them one by one, and the icy grip of the abyss finally loosened in his chest.

“I missed you three too,” he said simply.

That was enough to break the tension.

Flama turned away, pretending to inspect the architecture of the palace ceiling while wiping her eyes. Eterna cleared her throat to find her voice again, and Diva hugged him tighter for a moment before reluctantly stepping back to give him air.

​”Do you know how long you were gone?” Eterna asked, regaining her regal composure. “Two months, Papa. Two whole months of silence.”

Aegis frowned slightly.

“Two? It felt much shorter in the heat of the fray.”

“Its because time flows differently across the realms,” Eterna replied, “especially in a place as ancient as the Primordial Battlefield.”

Flama leaned in with a sharp grin. “You missed a lot while you were playing hero, papa. We located the Red Emperor’s occultists.”

​Aegis raised a serious eyebrow.

“Start talking,” he commanded.

They walked together through the shimmering palace, Pyro bouncing along happily between them like a loyal hound.

Eterna spoke first, detailing how they found the dens. And simply kept an eye them for two months.

She also added hiw Aquabyss had expanded significantly during his absence. Felix had acted with ruthless efficiency once the initial shock of the Global Event passed.

​”Vindications?” Aegis asked.

Eterna nodded.

“Brother Felix used your authority to settle every lingering dispute among the coastal factions. Some resisted, but most complied when they realized the tide had turned.”

Flama added cheerfully that the ones who did not comply simply did not exist anymore.

Aegis gave her a sharp look, but she merely shrugged:

“What? He asked nicely the first time.”

​Diva smiled softly. “Papa, Brother Felix was fair. Firm, but fair. The Sea God’s name carries immense pressure now, Papa. No one in the shifting currents doubts the power of Aquabyss anymore.”

They entered a smaller council chamber where the walls were lined with flowing water displays. Aegis studied the magical projections. Aquabyss had not just grown in landmass, but in fundamental influence. Trade routes had doubled, minor sea lords had aligned themselves out of respect, and even the abyssal creatures that were once hostile now lingered near the borders without aggression.

​”This is good,” Aegis said quietly.

Eterna explained that while Felix handled the surface and diplomacy, they had focused on maintaining internal stability and rigorous training.

“Training?” Aegis asked.

Flama’s grin widened as she snapped her fingers. A burst of phoenix fire flared in the air, compressing into a razor-thin blade that hissed against the water before dissipating.

“We are not children anymore, papa,” she said proudly.

​Aegis smiled faintly. “I can see that.”

Diva hesitated, then spoke softly. “Papa, are you tired?”

Aegis paused, considering a lie, then shook his head. “No. Just heavy.”

They understood without further explanation; the weight of a world-ending war was not something that washed off in the bath.

After a moment, Aegis straightened his posture. “Call Felix.”

Eterna nodded. “From the surface?”

“Yes,” Aegis said, “directly.”

​The palace responded instantly to his will. Mana rippled outward, connecting the deep sea to the surface world through the Sea God’s absolute authority.

​On the surface, Felix was in a suspiciously good mood. He leaned back in his chair, boots propped up on a polished wooden desk inside the coastal command hall. Sunlight streamed through the windows, carrying the scent of salt and the sound of a thriving market. He was discussing tax reductions with a subordinate when the air in the room suddenly changed. It was a subtle shift in pressure, a presence that felt like the entire ocean was pressing against his mind.

​Felix froze. The room went silent as a voice echoed directly inside his head. It was calm, deep, and hauntingly familiar.

“Felix.”

His heart skipped a beat, then raced. He shot upright so fast his chair toppled backward.

“My Lord?” he breathed. His subordinates stared at him in confusion, but Felix did not care.

​”I am here,” the voice continued. “Report to me.”

Felix laughed, a sharp, joyous sound that startled everyone present.

“He is back!” Felix shouted. “The Sea God is back!”

The room erupted into chaos. Cheers broke out, people rushed from their seats, and some simply wept with relief. Felix focused inward, pouring his heart into the mental link.

“My Lord, I have not let you down. Aquabyss still stands strong. No major rebellions. Coastal factions stabilized. Trade is flourishing and morale has never been higher.”

​”Casualties?” Aegis asked.

Felix’s tone turned sober. “Minimal. We kept the conflicts controlled. No unnecessary bloodshed occurred while you were away.”

“Good,” Aegis replied.

Felix hesitated, then asked the question burning in his soul. “Did you succeed, My lord? ”

A pause followed that felt like an eternity.

Then Aegis answered, “The Primordial Battlefield is over.”

​Felix closed his eyes and exhaled.

“You did it,” he whispered.

“Yes, but the world does not stop moving,” Aegis said.

Felix smiled. “It never does.”

Aegis’s voice softened through the link. “Prepare the surface. I will be ascending soon.”

Felix straightened his back. “Understood, My Lord.”

​The connection faded, and Felix looked around the room at the expectant faces.

“The Sea God has returned,” he announced with a grin that could rival the sun. “And Aquabyss stands at the center of everything that comes next.”

The hall erupted in a thunderous roar that spilled out into the streets. Bells rang, flags were raised, and hope surged like a rising tide. Deep beneath the waves, Aegis stood surrounded by his family, the weight of the war behind him and the bright, uncertain future ahead.

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