The high chambers of Elenvyre shimmered with cold light.
Walls of translucent crystal pulsed faintly with the ley-lines woven through them, carrying whispers from the distant sea.
Around the crescent table of the Magus-Priests, silence reigned. None dared speak first, for all had seen what transpired upon the waters of the Shivering Sea.
The scrying pool in the chamber's center still rippled with the memory of it, a towering wave, her face carved into the foam, demanding to know why Elven ships prowled where they had not dared sail in an age.
High Magister Elorath broke the silence, his voice grave.
"She is awake again. Thalassaria Virelleth no longer hides in her coral halls. She has re-consolidated her dominion, and now declares the Shivering Sea closed."
A murmur passed through the gathered priests. Some shifted uneasily; others traced sigils against ill-omen.
One elder spoke at last, her tone sharp as a knife.
