As Emery continued his narration, Ethan felt a growing surge of interest. He hadn't expected the Merfolk to be real—actual, living beings rather than legends whispered by sailors.
The giant sea turtle beneath them had now slowed its pace. It didn't attempt to breach the dome above the submerged city but instead drifted downward, touching the seabed with surprising gentleness. It came to a stop before a massive gateway framed by towering whale skeletons.
Here, countless Merfolk swam gracefully through the currents. None slipped through the gaps between the skeletal walls; they all used the grand gate to enter or leave the colossal city. Ethan couldn't help but wonder—how many of them lived here?
Some of the Merfolk were enormous, their serpentine forms stretching over a hundred meters long.
"Those giant ones hold the lowest status here," Emery explained quietly, as if afraid the creatures might overhear him.
