The group had quickly swam out of the Noble District, and were now swimming towards the Market District, the descent being like slipping into the veins of a sleeping titan, as the deeper into the water the group had to go to reach the Market area, the heavier the water felt in presence.
It pressed on their minds, their suits, their mana signatures, as though the ocean itself was aware of them. The Noble District's towering spires and regal boulevards faded behind them, replaced by sprawling arcades and domed halls that once served as the heart of commerce for the Sunken City of Vorago.
Wide, circular plazas stretched out like underwater amphitheaters, and between them ran thoroughfares lined with coral-encrusted stalls, their stone counters still etched with faint sigils that once channeled mana to preserve goods.
