Crown

Lassim finished sharing his idea for the crown and received their mental approval.

As he floated in the depths of the ocean, his plan was simple: to coil the leviathan, urging her form with his will while using the waters and storms to hold it in place. Then use broken divine chains as some kind of dangling jewelry decoration to enhance and beautify it into something he thought was worthy of the Demi-God. 

Instead of returning to the Tempest's Cradle, it only felt right to stay in the ocean where the Leviathan's home was. His body remained still, suspended in the vast blue, the slow undulations of water moving around him.

The silence was absolute at these depths and the weight of the ocean embraced him. And in that moment, he knew—

It was time.

The moment his consciousness settled into his inner heart world, the space responded as even the universal laws redrew their attention to his heart world.