The soothing hum of raw aquatic magic echoed softly through the curved crystal arches of the **Azure Haven**, the subterranean healing sanctuary nestled deep beneath the royal chambers of the Wandering Spring.
Unlike the cold pearl floor of the grand hall, the interior of the Azure Haven was sculpted from glowing turquoise tide-glass. The floor was covered in a deep bed of warm, bioluminescent water that barely reached their ankles, saturated with condensed planetary mana and rare aquatic herbs. Soft blue kelp floated along the walls, casting a serene, liquid illumination across four massive, carved-coral resting couches positioned in a wide circle around a central pool of liquid starlight.
Kyle lay flat on his back on the largest coral couch, his upper chest wrapped in glowing, spirit-infused bandages woven from deep-sea silk. His wounds had stopped bleeding, but his body still felt as though it had been trampled by a herd of leviathans.
