The shining gate behind the Third Wisdom dissolved into flickering particles as Kent stepped forward. The golden glow of the mirror had faded, leaving behind a new silence, one that felt deeper, older, more unknowable. The path ahead was dim, carved of ancient coral stone that pulsed faintly with life, guiding him to what he thought would be the final chamber.
But instead, it led to a clearing — an immense circular hollow carved within the ocean bed. In the center stood a well.
The well was ancient. Its stones were mossed over, engraved with forgotten script that pulsed with divine light. And beside it stood an old man — cloaked in rags, holding a thick, ocean-blue book tight against his chest. His long silver hair floated like seaweed in the water, his eyes clouded and unreadable.
Kent stepped forward.
"You've come far," the old man said, his voice hollow, as if borrowed from another world.
Kent bowed slightly. "I seek the Sea God Legacy. I've crossed the Three Wisdoms."
