Silverwood Realm. Dragon Territory.
The ocean was a vast, undulating sheet of cobalt stretching to the horizon, where the water met the sky in a seamless blur of blue. A solitary skiff bobbed rhythmically on the swells, looking pitifully small against the backdrop of the open sea.
"Hey, Squiddy, do you actually know how to row, or are we just drifting for style points? We haven't moved more than a mile in hours."
It was a bizarre tableau.
Leonidas sat at the bow, legs crossed, holding a fishing rod with the relaxed demeanor of a retiree on vacation. At the stern, Kraken—sporting a massive, living octopus on his head like a squishy helmet—was lethargically pushing the oars through the water.
Between them, resting on the deck, was a large glass tank. Inside swam Orion.
This wasn't Orion's true body, of course. It was his "avatar", the [Abyssal Dreadfin].
"You enjoying the view, Kraken?" Orion transmitted, his mental voice dripping with sarcasm as he floated in the tank.
