The throne, now a focal point within this liquid realm, seemed to float effortlessly amidst the vibrant underwater landscape. It retained its opulence, adorned with symbols of rulership, but now existed as a harmonious part of the ocean's grandeur. The ruler, surrounded by the mesmerizing dance of aquatic life, presided over a kingdom that had seamlessly integrated with the natural wonders of the Leviathan City.
The ruler settled back into his throne, his form seemingly embraced by the coils of the leviathan, and a contented smile graced his lips. The symbiotic harmony between ruler and leviathan, now seamlessly woven into the fabric of their throne room, solidified the unity of power in the Leviathan City. It was no longer a mere seat of rulership; it had become a living testament to the ruler's connection with the Leviathan and the essence of the ocean itself.
