High above the mortal realm, where golden clouds formed eternal walkways and the air shimmered with divine power, stood a balcony unlike any other. Carved from living starlight and morning dew, it jutted out from the Palace of Waters, Akurnni's residence.
The deity of blue seas stood there, his robust frame draped in robes that seemed woven from ocean waves themselves.
Beside him lounged Ivyona, her form constantly shifting between sunrise colours as she sipped wine from a crystal glass.
"Your latest acquisition is quite fascinating," Ivyona mused, referring to the ancient pearl Akurnni had retrieved from the Abyssal Plains. "Though I must say, turning it into a paperweight seems rather... mundane."
Akurnni was about to defend his decorative choices when something caught his attention. His expression shifted, eyes focusing on the mortal realm far below.
"What is it?" Ivyona asked, noting the sudden tension in his shoulders.
