Sea Ancestral Temple…
Morning sunlight dimly flew over the coral walls of the guest chamber.
Kent sat cross-legged on a mat of sea silk, his body wrapped in a loose robe, his eyes half-closed, meditating in stillness. His aura was restrained, yet undeniably vast.
A knock came at the jade door, light and rhythmic.
"Come in," Kent spoke.
The door opened, and Princess Nyara entered, clad in the ceremonial robes of a Sea Priestess. Her expression was solemn, and her usually mischievous tone was replaced by a heavy seriousness.
"Kent," she began, her voice low, "thank you for agreeing to meet me this morning. I won't delay things any longer. It is time you know the task."
Kent stood, adjusting his robe slightly.
Nyara walked closer, her footsteps soft, yet filled with a pressure that made the atmosphere dense.
