"We were scattered like chaff before a tornado. Ironically, it was those of us who adapted, those of us who returned to the tide, that lived and thrived. While our foes had been forged through a Darwinian filter to become perfect engines of murder both above and below the waves, our artifice outstripped their hard-earned prizes of the blood. The first inhalation of the sea fueled a war cry that marked the beginning of their end."