As if the young man had spoken a magic word, the Emerald Tablet shot a beam of light upward, but it swerved a few seconds later and headed in Ethan’s direction.
It was none other than his Sea God’s Trident, which had returned to its original size.
The young man grasped his weapon like a short sword, and tried to extend its handle. However, it didn’t work the way it usually did.
Instead, it pulled Ethan to a place located at the North side of the City, like a puppy who wanted to make its Master follow it.
The young man didn’t resist and allowed the Sea God’s Trident to take him wherever it wanted to take him.
Leviathan just watched in anticipation.
‘After waiting for hundreds of years, the time has finally come,’ Leviathan mused.
Ethan arrived on what seemed to be an elevated platform overlooking the entire city of Atlantis.
There, standing on a pedestal, was a long staff that was glowing faintly.