Emery waited for the Oracle's explanation, sensing the weight behind her words. Aurora rarely spoke in riddles unless the matter was serious. He leaned forward slightly, preparing himself for whatever revelation she was about to unveil—when suddenly the sea outside trembled.
A pressure rolled across the coastline, a surge of power that even the tides seemed to bow to its arrival. Emery instantly recognized the familiar signature.
Bare feet touched stone as droplets scattered like crystals across the dim room. A woman stepped through the doorway as if she owned the place.
Her skin was a pale, luminous blue—smooth like polished jade—and her long white hair cascaded down her back like flowing silk. Finned ears twitched slightly as she took in the sight of Emery.
Princess Neytiri of the Infinity Seas.
Hybrid royal of Shambhala's underwater empire.
Emery immediately rose from his seat and bowed respectfully.
"Senior Neytiri."
