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"The resonance is ready, Nowaah," El Maryacho said, his voice a gravelly baritone. He flicked the latches on his case.

As the morning light hit the now-submerged skyline, the Harbingers were gone. The "Gilded Gills" were now wading through the same waters they had used as a weapon. The Sinks remained dry, protected by a temporary barrier Nowaah had solidified from the very flood he unleashed. EL_Maryacho_and_Nowaah_The_Flood-Harbingers_Of_...

El Maryacho took his stance. He didn't play a melody; he played a frequency . As his fingers moved across the glass strings of his instrument, a visible ripple tore through the air. The sound hit the wall, finding the microscopic fractures in the steel. Crack. "The resonance is ready, Nowaah," El Maryacho said,