The heavy, saltwater-tinged coastal fog rolled through the sprawling streets and towering stone archways of Abyssal Pearl City, bringing with it a chilling, damp cold that seeped deep into the stone foundations. The morning sun struggled to pierce the thick, grey canopy, casting long, distorted shadows across the central market districts. To the ordinary mortal residents and the low-level wandering martial artists, it was merely another dreary, bustling morning within the grand oceanic hub.
However, within the heavily fortified, profound-iron walls of the Crimson Tide Guild Hall, the atmosphere was suffocating. A massive, crushing weight of absolute panic had firmly taken root.
