"What exactly is the Sea God Legacy?"
Nyara slowed slightly. Her sandals clicked faintly on the smooth coral floor as she looked ahead, toward the bending archway where ancient murals curved along the dome.
"A mistake," she murmured.
Kent looked at her. "A mistake?"
"Yes," she said, voice quieter now. "The Sea God Legacy… was once a gift. A blessing. And then, it became our greatest shame."
They came to a large mural carved directly into the shell-wall. Nyara stopped and ran her fingers along it. It depicted three figures—serpent-like beings—gathering around a colossal trident submerged in waves of light. Each figure bore a different mark: coral, scale, and tooth.
Nyara began to speak again, voice laced with both pride and sorrow.
"Thousands of years ago, when the Sea God blessed the realm, he left behind a portion of his might. A set of trials and treasures designed not for conquest—but for stewardship. Power meant to protect the harmony of the sea."
