Amidst the sorrowful strains of mournful songs that echoed through the depths, the merfolk of the kingdom toiled ceaselessly. Their once-grand city lay in ruins, the aftermath of a devastating quake that had shattered its aquamarine domes. Broken purple and black decor littered the shell-stone streets.
In the wake of the catastrophe, the kingdom's merfolk guards had been deployed in groups to the towns surrounding the capital, leaving the heart of the kingdom eerily empty. But even amidst the desolation, the capital was not forgotten. Guards worked tirelessly, their efforts focused on lifting heavy shattered coral beams and clearing paths through the destruction, where once schools of fish had darted freely. Meanwhile, others scoured the rubble in search of survivors, their voices cutting
