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Poseidon shook his head and slowly closed his fists.
Willow could make out a second line of hardened water before the foot soldiers clashed into it. They were shouting and roaring and hacking at it with their weapons.
What nobody apart from Willow saw was the wall moved to encircle them. Willow stared, enraptured, as it formed a square around them and pressed in from each side.
The first inkling something was wrong that anybody received was when they began pressing against each other.
“Attack!” General Rychill screamed as he watched his foot soldiers imprisoned.
The mermen riding Sea Dragons raced forward, and Poseidon turned his head to stare at them.
There was a flurry of movement and hundreds of Sword Fish, Sword Sharks, Blue Marlins, and Sail Fish darted towards them. They used their noses to cut the gold chains on the captured Sea Dragons.
The mermen fought back, trying to kill them, but the fish were too fast and agile. Within minutes, there was pandemonium as Sea Dragons freed themselves and retaliated on their captors.
With huge roars, Sea Dragons took their angst out on those around them.
Chaos hit the well-formed lines, and the archers made a break for it, only to find themselves dragged backwards and slammed into another prison. Willow’s gaze flew from one scene to the next.
“Red is dead,” Lyris murmured at her side.
And indeed, there were now mixed green and red bolts of energy hitting random Atlanteans. Flashes of light bounced off the walls where the imprisoned foot soldiers were and hit their own people, knocking them unconscious or killing them.
And the walls still continued to close in on them, making them like sardines in a tin.
Willow’s gaze turned to the archers who were firing bolts with similar coloured lights at their walls and getting no further than their brethren.
They’d stopped using arrows or cross bolts and were throwing small cylinders, which Willow guessed contained the same energy as the rods.
Their aim was just as bad as that of their counterparts. They could not penetrate the solid wall of water and struck their own men.
“Stop! Cease all actions!” General Rychill yelled as he watched his soldiers collapse as their own people took them out.
Willow shook her head in disbelief. It was a total shit show, and she wondered how they’d managed to conquer the Sea Dragons. And then she remembered the kidnapped princess.
The mermen riding the dragons were now encased in their own prison.
Willow saw a few who’d escaped racing back to the city, no doubt to inform the mysterious Siera of their failure. Above them, struggling and raging, was the merman who’d tried to kidnap her.
Panic, confusion, hatred, and sheer anger filtered through the water and touched her.
Willow stretched out her fingers and moved them through the ripples, wondering at her new ability to sense such things. The current was almost talking to her, and Willow’s eyes widened in wonderment.
She glanced up and saw Poseidon watching her closely.
“The ocean is speaking to you,” he said, and Willow nodded.
“I can feel their emotions. Is that normal?” she asked.
“No idea. I’ve never had a mate before,” Poseidon replied.
Willow noticed the flash of amusement in his eyes as she hotly retorted, “Not your mate!”
Sounds of drums and trumpets came from the city, and Poseidon glanced over. His gaze narrowed on a small figure riding a sapphire dragon.
Lyris hissed in sheer anger.
“Princess Marcina,” he spat as the dragon neared.
