Seraphina and Nikolai cautiously entered the secret training chamber where Coralia was hidden.
When they stepped in, the gentle sound of lapping waves echoed around them, creating a calming atmosphere.
Coralia, dressed in a flowing gown made of shimmering sea kelp and adorned with delicate seashells, lay there in a weakened state.
Her once vibrant tail was now a pale reflection of its former glory, evidence of her ordeal in the prison.
Her breathing was shallow, and she was barely awake.
Seraphina bent down beside Coralia, her touch gentle as she extended her hands over Coralia's form.
Soft, iridescent energy emanated from Seraphina's palms, enveloping Coralia in a soothing embrace. Nikolai stood a few steps away.
He turned to Seraphina and whisperred "How is she doing?"
His concern was palpable.
Seraphina's gaze shifted to Coralia before she replied.
