Ren, Thorn and Lilith roamed through the halls of the sea palace in tense silence, knowing that an attack could come from anywhere.
They knew they could not trust anything. Not even the floor beneath their feet. After all, how was a floor made out of water making their every step echo?
The sound of their steps traveled ahead of them, making sure everything ahead knew they were coming.
Around them, they could see the current of the sea churning, even as the walls and floor stayed the same.
It felt like walking through the ribcage of a sleeping god. From their point of view, it looked as if the walls were alive.
Ren moved slightly ahead of the others, his mind spinning through possibilities like broken orbits.
The sea palace had no identifiers to tell them if they were even going the right way, and so they'd their route chosen at random whenever they got to any crossroad.
