Chapter 87| The Cradle Of The Deep

Of all the five kingdoms that made up the ancient lands of Athame, none shone quite like the Water Clan. Wealth ran like a second current beneath their crystalline rivers, drawn not just from trade but from the priceless relics and heirlooms passed down through generations.

Their libraries brimmed with sacred texts penned in golden ink, their vaults overflowed with artifacts older than most cities. Rich literature, sacred relics, and carefully guarded bloodlines—all nestled inside a sanctuary so divine, it was called The Cradle of the Deep.

Unlike the rough, wind-swept outskirts where Aricia had grown up, the capital of Unagis was a place made of dreams and secrets. Polished marble roads replaced muddy paths. Fragrant blossoms floated on air as perfumed as any empress, and golden finches with blue-tipped wings flitted from one jeweled perch to another.