We left the Vault of Tides entirely undisturbed, carrying nothing but the profound satisfaction of knowing we had just inflicted a generational psychological attack upon the Mermaid royalty.
"I am still thinking about the steering wheel, Austin; they polish it. You could smell the abyssal wax. They actively maintain the rust."
Krave giggled, the sound echoing softly within the confines of my perceptual filter as we drifted back into the chaotic, glowing sprawl of the financial district.
"Delusion requires a significant amount of upkeep."
I replied mildly, steering us away from the administrative sector and back toward the commercial heart of the Golden Turtle.
"I just want food."
Luna reminded us, her stomach letting out a low, ominous rumble that vibrated against the back of my neck.
'Well, taking care of a world-eating wolf ain't cheap.'
