Azure leans forward, his eyes widening. "So, they're intelligent? These Merlans, they have the same level of intelligence as the Vorrans?"
"Yes, Host," Nexus confirms. "The Merlans possess a similar level of intelligence. They have developed a primitive system of communication and cooperation, much like the Vorrans. They seem to understand the concepts of hierarchy and fear, as evidenced by their tribute to the Abyssian."
Azure watches as one of the Merlans, a smaller, blue-scaled figure, approaches the Abyssian. The creature trembles as it offers a large, shimmering shell to the monstrous being. The Abyssian inspects it with a glint in its eyes, then lets out a satisfied growl, allowing the Merlan to retreat without harm.
"So this Abyssian has made itself a ruler over them," Azure mutters, his curiosity piqued. "It's forcing them into some kind of tribute system. I didn't expect this level of social structure so soon."
Nexus continues. "The Abyssian is not only physically powerful, but it is also cunning. It has learned to manipulate the fear of the Merlans, establishing a system where they offer resources in exchange for survival."
Azure frowns, leaning on the balcony railing. "And the Merlans… they're just submitting? They're capable of intelligence, yet they haven't tried to fight back?"
"For now, they are dominated by fear, Host," Nexus explains. "However, the Merlans' potential should not be underestimated. They are a highly adaptive species. Under different circumstances, they could very well challenge the Abyssian's rule."
Azure watches closely as the tribute process continues. The Abyssian seems completely in control, its size and power enough to keep the Merlans subdued.
"This Abyssian is clever," he says. "But I wonder… how long can it hold its position? If these Merlans are as intelligent as you say, Nexus, they won't stay subjugated forever. They'll evolve, learn to push back."
"Indeed, Host. Such conflicts often lead to evolution, both physically and socially," Nexus replies. "The dynamics between the Abyssian and the Merlans will likely continue to shift as their society develops."
"I'll keep an eye on this," Azure murmurs, almost to himself. "I want to see where this leads. Maybe the Merlans will surprise me."
Azure steps back from the balcony, the faint glimmer of excitement dancing in his eyes. His mind races with the possibilities. The tension between the Abyssian and the Merlans fascinates him—the emergence of social order, power, and submission in this underwater realm.
After a moment of contemplation, he turns toward Nexus. "Nexus," he says slowly, "accelerate the time in the water world. Let's make it 100 years per day. I want to observe this conflict unfold more clearly."
"Understood, Host," Nexus responds. "Time acceleration in the water world will now proceed at fifty years per day. You will be able to witness significant changes in shorter intervals."
Azure watches as the waters in the mini-world begin to shift slightly, the once fluid motion of life quickening as the time acceleration takes hold. He steps closer to the dome, his breath catching in anticipation.
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Inside the water world. In a modest coral dwelling, a young Merlan child tugs at his mother's fin. His pale blue scales shimmer faintly in the dim light filtering through their home.
"Mama, I'm hungry. When are we going to eat?" he asks, his voice soft but laced with desperation.
His mother, a Merlan with weary eyes and faded scales, kneels down and strokes his head with a gentle but sorrowful smile. "I'm sorry, baby. Papa should be back any time now. Just a little longer, alright?" Her voice wavers, betraying her own hunger and fear..
The child nods, his tiny fins drooping as he curls up beside her. But across the room, another figure sits in silence, his sharp eyes fixed on the distant, dark cave beyond their home. The boy, older than the child, is named Kael. His gaze is filled with something far different than hunger—hatred.
Kael stares at the lair of the Abyssian, a massive structure that looms in the far distance like a shadowy maw, barely visible through the hazy ocean water. It's a place that strikes terror into the hearts of all the Merlans, but not Kael. Not anymore. The Abyssian may have protected them from the fiercest predators of the sea, but at a terrible cost. His father had told him that once, long ago, the Merlans were free to live without fear. Now, they're nothing more than servants—worse, prey.
Kael's fists clench, the webbed membranes between his fingers tightening as his anger boils over. Every year, the Abyssian's demands grow larger. More food, and sometimes… even their own. Sacrifices. His friend had been one of them, taken and never seen again. Kael is only a boy, but he understands the cruelty of the Abyssian better than most adults. He has seen what it does to them.
"Kael?" his mother's soft voice cuts through his thoughts. He looks over to see her watching him, concern clouding her tired face. "Come sit with us."
He doesn't respond immediately, his gaze flicking back to the Abyssian's lair, that dark place of nightmares. But finally, he rises and crosses the room to sit beside his mother and little brother. His jaw is tight, and his mind races with thoughts of rebellion. How long will they live like this? How long before the Abyssian demands something even worse?
His mother strokes his arm gently. "Kael, I know what you're thinking. But we can't change things. The Abyssian… it's too powerful. We have to survive."
Kael's eyes narrow, his voice barely above a whisper. "For how long, Mama? How long before it wants more than food? Before it takes you or…" He looks down at his younger brother, who is too young to understand the full gravity of their situation.
Kael's mother falls silent for a moment, her face tightening with a deep sorrow. She pulls her younger son closer, hugging him gently, as if to shield him from the truth that Kael has already come to understand.
"It's not that we don't want to fight," she finally says, her voice barely audible. "It's because we can't."