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Was it not Mera's doing?

Who else among the Atlanteans could control the currents?

Vulko reacted swiftly, attempting to reclaim the recorder that held clues to the Trident of Neptune, but the water, like a giant hand, swiftly carried the recorder to a figure.

A man with a tall stature and handsome features, reminiscent of an ancient Greek sculpture, stood with one hand behind his back and slowly reached out to catch the recorder.

"The Trident that can command the submission of Atlantis once recognized?"

"Who are you?"

Mera, like a startled fish, was on high alert, with currents swirling at her fingertips, ready to unleash a formidable strike at any moment.

This was her royal chamber in Zebel, not a park open to tourists. How could a stranger appear here so casually?

David glanced indifferently at the guards by the door who had been knocked unconscious by the water at some unknown time.

"Give it back!"

Vulko, enraged, lunged at David with a punch.

That recorder bore his hope of fulfilling the late queen's last wish.

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