Desperate times called for desperate measures.
Under forceful suppression and the efforts of the guards, the minor unrest near Lanentrick was quickly quelled.
Seeing this, he withdrew his enormous fins, and his gaze lost its sharpness.
"Your Highness Sea Wing, the King requests your presence in the inner court once order has been restored."
A guard stepped forward, his fish lips buzzing as he relayed the order.
Sea Wing nodded at this, gave several instructions to his subordinates, then sliced through the seawater at incredible speed toward Lanentrick's inner court.
As he swam, Sea Wing cast his gaze over the strange structures formed from reefs, coral, and bones.
Yet he was not admiring the scenery. He was observing the condition of the marine life within Lanentrick.
Though he had hoped to see the city's inhabitants living and working in peace, reality clearly did not meet his expectations.
The lives in the city were exhausted and lost. Most were weak, sheltering their relatives in their homes while warily watching their surroundings with uneasy eyes.
This was Lanentrick under the rule of that "King"—his father.
Sea Wing's expression grew increasingly grave.
After taking a deep breath, he said nothing and merely accelerated toward Lanentrick's inner court.
Before long, he arrived.
Lanentrick's inner court resembled an enormous abyssal sea cavern, a structure beloved by marine life. Countless fluorescent stones were embedded within it, making it luxurious and breathtakingly beautiful.
"Your Highness Sea Wing!"
At the sight of Sea Wing's arrival, two giant lobster guards looked at him with solemn respect.
Sea Wing gave them a slight nod, then followed their lead to the King's residence.
At the very bottom of the inner court, Lanentrick's King—a fat figure with a pearl crown atop his head—was swimming back and forth anxiously, his two enormous whiskers