Atop the wooden platform built high on the town's hill stood a figure silhouetted against the sea breeze. Her pale, blue-tinged skin, the telltale mark of the merman race, shimmered faintly in the sunlight. Her soft, sea-colored hair swayed with the wind, framing a face marked by quiet sorrow.
It was Glass, the daughter of the town's lord.
From her vantage point, Glass gazed down at the bustling town below, her eyes filled with a melancholy that contrasted with the festive energy filling the streets.
"Hi, Goo!" Uta called cheerfully as he and Stella ascended the platform's stairs.
"Lady Glass…" Stella added, her tone far more reverent.
Startled, Glass turned to face them, her wide eyes betraying her surprise. "You two… Why are you still here? I told you to leave! You need to evacuate this town before it's too late!"
