Grim continued swimming through the mist, following the pearl lanterns that seemed to lead him deeper into the realm's heart. The sounds of distant battle grew fainter, replaced by a profound silence that felt almost sacred. The currents here hummed with a different tone.
The mist around him began to thin, revealing a structure that didn't shift or fade like the illusions he had encountered. Carved from white jade and mother-of-pearl, it rose from the sea floor like a temple, its walls inscribed with symbols that seemed to glow as he approached them.
As he approached the entrance, the jade doors opened without sound, revealing a circular chamber. The walls were lined with silver, and pearl lanterns floated at precise intervals, creating a pattern of light that was both beautiful and somehow meaningful.
