The journey beneath the sea bed began in silence.
Kent followed Nyara—the silver-haired princess of the Naga race. They moved through a stone tunnel hidden behind a waterfall at the edge of the southern cliffs. Behind them, the surface light of the world slowly faded, swallowed by the cold embrace of earth and ancient memory.
Their steps echoed across slippery rocks and moss-grown paths as they descended deep into the abyss. Thick spiritual mist coiled around their legs like whispering ghosts, and the air grew cooler, denser—until even breath became sacred.
"This is the passage to the Abyss of Molten Slumber," Nyara finally said, pausing near a fork where three tunnels split in different directions. "It lies beneath the oldest dragon caves and Naga burial grounds. Few ever return."
