Or... Maybe not.
Not after a thunderous tremor rippled through the deep.
No one really heard the thunder. Instead, there was a dull, crushing vibration that rolled across the ocean floor, shaking sand and silt into a swirling dance before everything snapped into chaos.
"Hey! What the—?! I thought you said that was the weakest you had?!" One adjutant’s surprised voice came through the comms
Bubbles burst across his screen as another shockwave hit, rocking his mecha so hard he almost bit his tongue. And yet he was still out there wrapping his arms protectively around the likely culprit whose expression didn’t match the soft body’s jerking movement.
It was suddenly chaotic.
But the same shining mop would like to remind everyone that, to be fair, this wasn’t entirely his fault.
See, before all this, the blonde had been personally assigned what was arguably the fourth most satisfying job of his life: blowing things up.
Legally.
With full authorization.
Okay, maybe with partial authorization—since the Marshal and the other military personnel weren’t exactly privy to this, but still. The Imperial Crown Prince said it should be fine! 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Then it should be fine, right?
So it was a rare, beautiful moment that should’ve made every childhood dream come true—except now, some people couldn’t see the beauty in it!
"Kyle! They are! I swear! See, you can’t even hear the boom!" Ollie "The bomber" protested with a pout as another finger hovered over another dangerous button.
"Well, yes," Kyle’s calm voice was definitely for the person secured on his lap, but there was definitely one redhead who needed to hear it over the comms. "That’s because we’re underwater."
Because if they had heard such a thing, wouldn’t that be bad?
It would be, and from inside the parasitic bloom, Jax was already saying, "Then why does it feel like my ribcage just heard that?!"
Then again, he wasn’t exactly wrong.
For even without the sound, the concussive force rippled like thunder made of pressure. It struck the seabed, rolling upward in waves so powerful that even the surrounding dead monsters would’ve flinched had they been able to.
And yet, the targets weren’t even the tentacles themselves.
That was something Xavier had been clear about, as they couldn’t possibly risk damaging the core.
So why even do that?
Because the probably insane prince wanted to force the hand, well, the tentacles of the monster.
Every blast hit the seabed strategically, shaking the terrain in measured rhythm, each one closer than the last.
From Sid’s cockpit, Xavier’s voice came steady and precise, each coordinate crisp and deliberate.
"Three o’clock."
Another blast erupted below, scattering debris like dust.
"Five o’clock."
The ocean floor trembled again, and with it would come the slight snicker of a maybe possessed companion pilot.
"Just give me a sec!" Jax yelled again as the seabed shook beneath them, his voice a mix of outrage and panic.
"How can I finish this properly if everything keeps shaking?!"
While he wasn’t really touching the floor, his mecha was definitely up close and personal with the lining of the monster’s gastrovascular cavity right now. And every time the underwater bombs went off, the creature whose polyp was underground would similarly shake.
Just a bit more! Prayed the heavy mecha pilot as he tried finishing the task of forcing an ungodly amount of spiritual water into the monster’s body.
Hah. Yes.
Spiritual water.
It sounded insane, and that was because it absolutely was!
How could the monster not act like it had won something when it was getting this much spiritual energy?!
"Captain," the redhead called over the comms, voice strained. "I’m done with the last barrel!"
And what do you know? It was apparently time for Xavier to start.
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From Jax’s wider feed behind him, it was even crazier. The frost wasn’t just ahead of the prince; it had spread everywhere Jax looked, coating the entire view in shimmering ice.

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