"This is the domain of the Stoneheart Horde—belonging to the Giant King."
Lysinthia's voice carried a chill. She knew full well that even Twilight Viper and Clawpincher combined had failed to hold back the intruders; adding her own power wouldn't improve their odds by much. Thus, she resorted to invoking the Giant King's name.
On this continent, a "King" was synonymous with great might—and great might induces fear. Sure enough, the Merfolk in the water fell silent after Lysinthia spoke.
Moments later, that hoarse voice sounded again.
"Serpentfolk, this entire sea belongs to the Tidefang Clan. Even the Giant King has no right to occupy it."
"I'll say it again, leave this area."
This time, the Merfolk's voice carried a tangible pressure, edged with anger. The waves began to swell in response.
"This is Lysinthia City of the Giant King, and Mist Bay is our territory."
Lysinthia's tone turned just as frosty, taking a hard line against the Merfolk speaker.
