(In the middle of the sea, away from the Deep Blue Royal Palace)
Lucian stands firmly on the seabed, his long hair floating slightly in the deep current. Raising his hands, his fingers begin to move in elegant, precise gestures. A soft hum resonates through the water as two distinct magical threads—one shimmering golden, the other a deep, vibrant blue—weave outward from his palms.
With the grace of an artist, his fingers dance to manipulate the glowing lines, constructing a complex, box-shaped thread structure that hovers in the open water. Once the containment matrix is stable, he locks eyes with Lady Bestie and gives her a sharp nod.
I watch the entire process from a few steps back, completely safe inside a specialized magical barrier Lucian set up for me.
