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From the shadows of the deep, his divine realm took form—a place of infinite waters, where grand cities of coral and pearl rested beneath waves of liquid silver. The Everflowing Treasury was not merely a vault; it was a kingdom where wealth moved like the tides, where golden rivers flowed, and where the souls of those who sought fortune in life now drifted, ever entwined with the fate they had chosen.

Ships of spectral merchants sailed these waters, forever trading, forever seeking the right moment to grasp opportunity before it slipped away. The sky above shimmered, reflecting the wealth below, yet never revealing its full depth.

And at the heart of it all sat his throne, hovering over the boundless expanse of the Everflowing Treasury. From there, he would watch, guide, and shape the fate of those who sought fortune—or ruin.