Ten days later
After ten relentless days at sea and five of them spent crossing the treacherous Wild Sea that separated the Second Sea from the First Razeal and his team finally arrived.
The Royal Sea.
Razeal stood at the edge of a broad, coral-paved platform, his gaze fixed on the sprawling city before him. Towers of pearl-white stone and shimmering blue crystal rose from the ocean floor, connected by wide bridges and flowing current-ways. Bioluminescent lights glowed softly along streets and buildings, while schools of small, colorful fish drifted lazily through open spaces like living decorations.
The place looked very alive.
Atlantians of every kind moved through the city merchants calling out from ornate shops, nobles gliding past in elegant attire. Laughter echoed faintly through the water, mixed with very energy of excitement filling every single person. Everything looked rich, orderly, and almost unreal in its prosperity.
Razeal let out a quiet breath.
