King Dan left Sirius in a hurry when a prophecy appeared in Riverenda.
He was worried sick about Ahcehera and Rohzivaan, who had not yet returned from Agartha and could not be contacted.
King Dan arrived in Riverenda aboard his personal battleship, the Astralis, its sleek, silver frame cutting through the vast oceanic sky of the A-ranked planet.
The moment he stepped out of the docking bay, the weight of unease settled heavily on his shoulders.
The air felt thick, charged with an unnatural energy, as if the planet itself was holding its breath.
The deep, endless waters of Riverenda, usually shimmering with hues of turquoise and gold, looked darker than usual, their depths reflecting the ominous turn of fate.
Waiting at the entrance of the Celestial Hall was Princess Nirvanxia, her usually serene expression now marked with deep worry.
She was dressed in ceremonial robes of flowing white and sapphire, the sigil of the Water Kingdom embroidered in threads of liquid gold.
