Tideveil…
Illuminated by flickering bio-luminescent orbs and guarded by beasts of coral origin, Tideveil was home to the Coral Spirit Clan—their bloodline cold, proud, and feared across the lower oceans.
And at its core, in a chamber carved from fossilized kraken bone and ink-stained marble, Prince Ullo paced restlessly.
His skin glowed with pale green scales, and his long horns twitched with unease. He had not received even a whisper from the seven assassins he had dispatched to kill Neela, the Naga Princess. Seven trained killers—blessed with poison arts and the silent step of abyssal shadows—should have been more than enough.
But silence was all he received.
"Nothing…" Ullo muttered, clutching his trident-staff as his nails scratched over the runes embedded in the handle. "Did they fall for a trap? Was the Naga girl guarded…?"
Before he could spiral further into panic, a servant rushed into the chamber. His breath was short, his body trembling.
