The ocean rumbled with a deep, resonant pulse that sent shivers through the water.
King Dan stood at the edge of the sacred chamber in the heart of Riverenda's royal palace, his gaze locked onto the shifting currents displayed in the great divination mirror before him.
The mirrored surface rippled with ethereal light, reflecting visions of what lay beneath, the Abyssal Trench, the deepest and most forbidden region of Riverenda's oceans.
For centuries, the trench had remained sealed, its depths untouched by any living being.
It was a place where light did not reach, where the waters turned black as ink, and where legends spoke of slumbering horrors.
But deep within that abyss, hidden beneath layers of time and secrecy, was a lost artifact, one that predated even the formation of the royal clans.
A weapon forged from the remnants of a fallen star.
It was said to be the only thing capable of counterbalancing darkness itself.
