Aegis did not ascend to the surface with a roar of thunder or a blinding divine proclamation.
Instead, he rose with the absolute, rhythmic certainty of the tide.
The waters above the Sea God's Palace parted smoothly, opening a vast cylindrical corridor of pressurized air that carried him upward like a living elevator.
The light grew warmer with every passing meter, the crushing sapphire of the deep giving way to a brilliant turquoise, and then finally to the sunlit shimmer of the surface sea.
Boink.
Pyro bobbed beside him, unusually energetic now that the familiar scents of his home territory surrounded him once again.
