Broken stood in the center of the grand hall, still shackled, still silent, and still waiting.
No one spoke to him.
No one explained why he was here.
He simply stood there, surrounded by some of the strongest warriors he had ever seen.
Every single merfolk in the room was above level 300.
His gaze flickered over their status screens.
He wasn't even close. At half their level, he was severely outclassed.
Why does it feel like I've been meeting stronger enemies more often lately?
Then—
The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted.
The warriors straightened.
A few exchanged glances before raising their weapons in a formal stance.
Then—
A powerful voice rang out.
"The Queen has arrived!"
The Queen?
From the far end of the hall, a figure emerged.
Broken's eyes widened slightly as he took in her appearance.
Unlike the merfolk he had seen so far—
She had no tail.
Instead, she floated effortlessly, her long ocean-white hair drifting around her like silk.
