{"Born of the storm and the tide, raised by gods and buried by their fear Morkai had not been forgotten. He had been hidden. And now, the sea remembered."}
And then more visions bled through the air like cracks in a dam, finally splitting. I staggered back a step as the weight of the past pressed down again as this was the truth denied. The waters formed a mirror between us and the center of the garden, where Morkai stood. And within it, we saw a throne carved from the heart of the ocean, cradled in coral and ancient magic. The King Varkor stood tall, power rolling from him in great waves. The Queen Kaelira hovered like a storm cloud made flesh, her voice a melody of thunder and grace.
"The Abyss is yours now, my son," Varkor said, his trident lowering toward a young Morkai who looked no older than seventeen.
Kaelira reached out, fingers brushing his cheek. "But power too early is a danger even to gods."
