The Garden of Ruins

The barrier that had once marked the sanctuary's limit was no longer a wall, but a threshold. Magic wove through the stone, unbinding what had once been an impenetrable divide between the ocean and the structure within. Now, it was a door, an open passage leading beyond the confines of the sanctuary, revealing the vast seabed that stretched into the depths.

The moment the boundary collapsed, the scent of the exposed seabed rushed in, thick with decay.

The tide had receded, leaving behind the remnants of a world never meant to touch the open air. The stench was suffocating, a blend of brine, rot, and something deeper, the breath of the ocean's floor, stirred for the first time in untold millions of years. Yet, neither of them recoiled.

Before them lay a graveyard of beauty.