Three figures, each at the Astral Core Ascension stage, watched in secret.
Two Atlantians. One Ancient Millennium Acheron Phoenix.
The first Atlantian, a stoic figure seated atop a radiant golden orca whale, held a trident in hand. His gaze drifted to the other Atlantian beside him- a regal visage with the form of a mermaid, and he spoke in quiet astonishment.
"Princess Atlana, what do you think?"
His voice was hushed, clouded with unease, as his eyes flicked to the floating landmass in the sky. Rings of glowing water swirled around it like a throne suspended in the havens. From it, beings descended toward the ravaged Colony City of Green. Blue wings shimmered on their feet, and water surged around them like a second skin.
With the great ring of water and the sea that shone above the citadel, the truth settled heavily between them.
This was the land of the False Sea King foretold by prophecy.
So the Atlantian Commander turned to her, Princess Atlana, for guidance.
