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Toward the Atlantic Alliance
“—I will take what is mine! Surrender your crown! Captain Neptune watches! The Final Transmutation Duel is now!”The single shout, laced with the bitter residue of stolen primordial energy, sliced through the air, but Anton’s confidence was a cheap veneer barely concealing the sheer, undiluted fear in his eyes. Gaston, clutching the rough, volcanic stone crown, met the challenge with the unyielding stoicism of a newly forged sentinel. The crystalline aura of his complete Tidal Transmutation glowed intensely, amplified by the silent, powerful psychic transmission now emanating from the figure in the clear water below him: Jean Valéry, the living, petrified core of the entire operation."You are no king, Anton," Gaston rumbled, his voice low, filled with a resonant power that chilled the nearby spectators. He did not retreat. He stepped forward onto the podium. "You are merely the residue of the filth Jean cast aside. Our duel is over. You will
You are not the King, Gaston
—And he must secure all his forces. Gaston’s Crown is merely a defensive tool, but Captain Neptune and the Italian Navy are preparing. The US submarine *Ohio* is still patrolling, ready to seize the Throne. Now, he must go—The pure sapphire-blue water of the harbor, restored to its primordial state, surged violently as the small, battered Auxiliary vessel slammed its Transmuted hull to a halt at the edge of the Vieux-Port main maritime plaza. The engine, Transmuted by Jean for final bursts of speed, whined, settling into silence. The silence of absolute triumph and absolute exhaustion.Gaston immediately executed Jean’s final psychic command, though he was shaking with exhaustion. He knew every passing minute was a wasted tactical opportunity as the global powers watched. “GET OUT! NOW!” Gaston bellowed, leaping from the auxiliary's bow, his silver eyes blazing with the forced intensity of his new reign.Lucie, Bastien, and the sev
they are attacking the Throne
The lead battlecruiser stopped dead in the clear, pristine water, its Captain on the deck staring in disbelief at the perfect clarity beneath the keel. A massive silhouette was already visible in the astonishing depths: the restored, magnificent Kraken, circling its silent, stony master.The silence that enveloped the harbor was broken only by the rhythmic thrum of the French Naval vessel’s conventional engine, its sound unnaturally loud against the sudden, profound stillness of the purified sea. The pristine waters—deep blue, almost black in their perfection—reflected the midday sun with blinding intensity. The air itself smelled of absolute, elemental cleanliness: ozone mixed with pure, primordial salt.On the deck of the battered Auxiliary vessel, now heavily listing from the repeated Transmutation assaults, Jean Valéry lay utterly motionless. His body, completely sheathed in its agonizing casing of hardening, smooth volcanic stone, was bein
stony master
Jean Valéry leaped onto the Kraken, ready to purify his final ally, proving himself the Servant of the Sea.The sensation that slammed into Jean was not the crushing agony of the anti-matter spear, nor the chilling nullification of the alien void. It was an oceanic surge of absolute, primordial *grief*—Kraken's final, desperate psychic broadcast ripping through the psychic bond as the entity's magnificent body dissolved under the Void-Torpedos' insidious, universal dissolver. Jean’s own Transmuted body, his Gold-layered skin, hit the creature’s immense, flaccid hide with a splash, immediately absorbing the surrounding toxic, null-zone-infused water.“Jean!” Lucie shrieked, her voice filled with despair and profound terror. “Don't! That water! The Void will erase you!”Gaston immediately ordered the small Auxiliary vessel to halt, but its movement was already paralyzed, the inert energy of the Void field around Kra
his Gold Screwdriver
"—run! Or sink with this Arsenal!"The single anti-matter spear, racing at impossible speed, impacted the center of Jean Valéry’s chest. His gold-plated skin, the armor of the Ultimate Transmutation, instantly flashed, but it did not shatter. Instead, the projectile—an ultimate void designed to cancel all elements—met Jean's absolute *inversion* power. The elemental nullification did not destroy his body; it completed the final, impossible Transmutation.Jean Valéry roared, his voice drowned by the colossal thrumming of the cosmic negation. He did not transmute a wall or fire a weapon. He Transmuted *himself* into the core of his newly established tactical reality. The final act of elemental reversal was complete: his Transmutation core was now a paradox, unyielding, impervious to both elemental and anti-matter threats."I am the Alchemist of the Black Sea!" Jean screamed, standing utterly still in the midst of cosmic chaos, chann
unrivaled Criminal King
"—I will steal your soul, Valéry! And your damned golden body will undergo total Transmutation in this alchemical duel of nothingness!”The words, cold and delivered with the supreme arrogance of Neptune’s Commander—Orion—shattered the suffocating silence of the elemental void. Jean Valéry, standing on the deck of his Auxiliary vessel, now hopelessly paralyzed by the corrosive, non-transmutable oil slick surrounding him, felt the threat sink into his bones. His gold-plated skin, once the pinnacle of the Supreme Transmutation Elixir's defense, felt suddenly thin, decorative, and pointless in this alien, elemental-resistant medium.Orion did not waste another breath. He stood on the deck of the Dominator Command Frigate, his purple-black robes billowing slightly despite the dead air, raising his bronzed Obsidium Gold Screwdriver. The entire scene, illuminated by the sickly yellow-green light reflected from the Abyssally-Transmuted
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