Several days passed in the silent depths of the sea.
In the ocean's depths, time did not move as it did in the world above. There was no sun rising or setting, no morning marking the beginning or night ending everything. All that existed were shifting currents, subtle vibrations in water pressure, and the slow pulse of ancient life moving through dark abysses. But for those residing in Nerys's Temple, that rhythm was enough to distinguish one day from the next.
And during those several days... tranquility persisted.
