Their driver took them to the nearest coastal city, a bustling port town smelling of salt and fish. There, they rented the only available underwater gear: bulky, old-fashioned diving suits with large, spherical helmets that looked utterly ridiculous.
"I'm not wearing this!" Kenjiro protested, holding up the heavy suit. "It'll completely ruin the aesthetic of my bunny suit!"
"It is either this or you drown, my lady," Gluteus stated with grave seriousness.
With a frustrated groan, Kenjiro squeezed into the suit and they chartered a boat to the coordinates of the Whispering Deeps. One by one, they jumped overboard, descending into the cold, dark abyss. After what felt like an eternity, a light appeared below them. It was the Sunken City of Azerikor, a breathtaking metropolis of glowing white stone, perfectly preserved at the bottom of the ocean. A massive, shimmering dome of magical energy protected it, holding the crushing weight of the sea at bay.
