Gael gathered his bearings, looking up at the primordial mammal as he addressed it, "You want my assistance?"
It was hard to imagine what a creature of such scale could want with him, seeing as he was no bigger than a plankton to it.
"That is correct…" The whale answered. "I am Narwhi, Sage of The Depths…It has been my duty for centuries…to oversee Atlantis."
Each time the colossal mammal spoke, the wind hummed, tickling the fingertips of the young man. Its mighty breath carried a scent of salt, potent enough to make his nose scrunch with every syllable.
"The humans of Mastorn seek Marinus, treasured guardian of Atlantis…They only seek…ruin in their efforts," Narwhi spoke through rumbling words.
Matteo stepped forward, raising his arm as the air shook from the whale's speech, "—Atlantis isn't a myth, then? Is this it?!"
