Today was the day. The long-awaited visit to the Primordial Bloodline ruins — a key moment for Trafalgar, though he still didn't know exactly what he would gain from it.
'Lyren mentioned there are areas we're not allowed to enter… I wonder what they're hiding there,' he thought, walking quietly down the empty corridor. 'Still, the idea of seeing ruins tied to the Primordials… it's a big deal.'
The soft blue glow of mana crystals along the ceiling shimmered faintly, casting fluid reflections that reminded him how deep underwater they were. He stepped outside, the filtered morning light of Lirantis stretching across the dome.
'Honestly, I've seen a lot of fascinating things in this world already. It's hard to imagine something truly surprising me now… Still, this city is insane. Lirantis feels like one of those old myths from Earth — what was it called again? Atlantis? Yeah. Except now I'm actually living in it.'
