The five of them stepped through the grand double doors and into what could only be described as a palace of light.
A ceiling of transparent crystal arched high above, the dark ocean pressing against it like an endless sky. Shoals of glowing fish drifted overhead, scattering ripples of blue and silver across tables carved from white coral. The air smelled faintly of salt and mana.
Cynthia froze, her mouth slightly open. "This can't be real…"
Barth nodded quickly, though he looked almost scared to touch anything. "I-I've read about places like this, but… seeing it—"
Xavier gave a low whistle. "Well, it's not bad at all."
Trafalgar raised an eyebrow, scanning the chandeliers of pearl and the servants in flowing aqua robes. "I'll admit, this is quite impressive. How do they even breathe down here?"
