In the heart of Aquis Vanlur, at the very center of its sprawling, coral-laden expanse, rose a castle so vast and majestic that even the most jaded of eyes could not help but linger upon it.
Its bluish walls, faintly iridescent under the filtered light of the ocean, were streaked with veins of deep crimson, as though the very stone had been infused with blood and beauty alike.
To the merfolk, it was more than just a fortress—it was an irresistible lure, a symbol of power, security, and the silent reminder of who ruled the depths.
And within that castle—far below its grand halls and throne chambers—lay a secluded chamber. The room was lavishly adorned with ornaments carved from coral, walls lined with rare shells that shimmered faintly, and jewels scattered in careful disarray, as though wealth itself was nothing more than decoration.
