The towers of his Grandfather's empire were shattered, their crystal fragments floating like tears in the water.
The coral cities had been burned…somehow fire had been made to exist underwater, leaving blackened skeletons of what had been.
Bodies floated everywhere, fishmen and humanoid alike, their expressions frozen in final moments of disbelief that their paradise could fall.
And there, floating alone among the devastation of everything he had built, was Thalsian.
The Seventh Adrastia Emperor King looked older than he had in the Lineage Dream, worn down by loss that had accumulated like sediment.
His blue and gold hair still flowed like liquid light, but it was dulled now, tarnished by exhaustion!
His armor, once radiant with the authority of the sea, bore cracks and burns that suggested battles against forces that shouldn't have been able to touch him.
