After our talk, we swam directly to the Main Bloc.
The first thing we did was join the gathering of the yellow-tailed merfolk—the outcasts, the oppressed—and listen in on the speech their community leader was about to deliver.
Strangely enough, amidst the tension and anticipation, no one noticed my presence. Not a single stare or whisper came my way. All eyes were fixed on the figure standing above them, floating gracefully in the center of the clearing.
He radiated presence.
His voice rang out clear and powerful, cutting through the heavy water like a blade. Even beneath the sea, where sounds softened and faded, his words echoed with unnatural force. A beautiful voice—confident, resonant… yet steeped in quiet despair.
"My fellow brethren, as you all know… the deity of the reds, blues, and greens has awakened. And without a doubt, their high and mighty selves will be rising too.
At first, they bullied us with subtlety. But now—now they will actively begin to suppress us."
