Ch 3
After the fight in the sub, King Orm of Atlantis and King Nereus of Xebel came to meet in the Council of Kings.
"You picked a place too close to the surface." Nereus said.
"Do you not recognize the Council of Kings?" Orm asked. "In Atlan's time, when the seven kingdoms were one, Atlantis stood with royal Xebel by its side. The other kingdoms had not yet fallen and the Lost Kingdom was not yet lost."
"I know what you really want." Nereus said. He could see right through Orm's 'meeting.' He only wanted power. "As Ocean Master, you would command the greatest military might on this planet."
"That is merely a title." Orm said. He knew they were in a delicate position and he had to use this meeting carefully.
"But what about another that protects the humans. One of royal blood?" Nereus asked. Orm had a spark of fury inside himself. He knew who that was. The Atlantean traitor.
"My mother's bastard has never even been to Atlantis. His loyalty is to the surf-"
BOOM!
Suddenly, there was a huge explosion as a sub fired torpedoes at the spot. Unknown to everyone else except Orm, it was the Russian sub. A large column fell down and pinned Nereus down.
"Your king is injured!" Orm said, then he drew his silver trident and zoomed towards the sub.
Nereus got out from the column and grabbed a hydro-pulse rifle, then fired at another torpedo, detonating it as Orm flew past and slashed the sub's propeller into pieces with his trident.
"I'm not trying to start a war." Orm said. "The war has already begun."
"Then it's time we send a message to the surface." Nereus replied.
Orm's war would soon begin and if Aquaman didn't show up, the surface would be in big trouble.