Alex hovered above the churning ocean, his eyes fixed on the invisible point far below the waves. The concentration of water elemental energy he had detected was unlike anything he had ever sensed. It did not merely sit there—it pulsed, as if alive and aware.
Kremlin noticed the change in Alex's expression. "You found something?"
Alex nodded slowly. "Deep beneath the seabed. Approximately twelve thousand meters down." He turned toward the Guild Master. "Is there any record of a trench in this area?"
The old Titled Douluo's face paled slightly. "There is a legend among the local fishing villages. They call it the Abyssal Maw. No ship that enters its waters ever returns. Our guild has classified it as a forbidden zone for decades."
"Good," Alex said calmly. "Then we are in the right place."
