Not gently—not romantically—not in a mermaid Disney way.
No. More like: "The ocean is rearranging itself like a pissed-off Rubik's cube."
Currents twisted. Waves bent backward. Fog spiraled upward like a ghostly tornado. A gigantic whirlpool of mist formed in the sky, then flattened itself into a circular shimmering map of the sea.
Coffi gasped and hugged a wet mana gun she found on the floor. Latte grabbed onto my sleeve.
Princess Milabuella squeaked like a dying teapot.
The Siren Queen pointed at the floating map, voice still trembling from Raya's presence. "This… is the Sea Maze."
I squinted at the glowing pathways. It looked like someone spilled noodles and decided it was cartography. "Looks confusing," I said.
"It is meant to drown all unwanted travelers," the queen said dramatically.
Raya, perched on the mast, growled softly. The queen instantly dropped the attitude.
"I-I mean… It's slightly challenging. Totally manageable."
