The shape of the divine hall was ancient, with its foundations deeply embedded into the back of a giant turtle. Moss and sea winds had corroded it, leaving it weathered and mottled, having withstood countless years.
In front of the divine hall's tide-watching platform, water spirit qi lingered like mist. A figure in wide robes stood with his hands behind his back, his face archaic, his eyes purely black like an abyss, and tendrils on his cheeks and chin continuously twisting…
Behind him stood a row of black-robed, hooded elders of varying statures, each with an aura as deep as the sea. Some had wide mouths and sharp teeth, others gills on their cheeks, including Yakshas and Black Flood Dragons, all were creatures of the water.
"Reporting to the High Priest..."
