Thassasalin needed comfort—a moment away from the chaos of court. The day had been brutal, with debates that raged like the most furious of storms. Decisions about quakes, attacks from Lustridime, and the plight of missing citizens weighed heavily on his shoulders. It felt like the entire kingdom was on the verge of collapse, and he was powerless to stop it. The palace corridors seemed to close in on him, so he slipped through them, seeking refuge in the open water beyond. The schools of fish provided some relief as they darted around him, their vibrant colours mingling with the soft, glowing swirls of bioluminescent plankton. But even this tranquil scene couldn't ease his troubled thoughts.
He drifted, letting the currents guide him, and soon found himself at the shelters on the edge of
