Somewhere on the seabed of the Storm Sea stood a colorful palace that seemed to be made of glowing crystal.
Beneath the palace was an enormous sea turtle, carrying the entire Seven-Colored Crystal Palace on its back.
It was actually a moving crystal palace.
Inside the Seven-Colored Crystal Palace, two groups of naga faced off, one led by a male and the other by a female.
They all wore lightweight leather armor and held longswords, dagger-axes, and spears. Clearly, their smelting techniques were not advanced.
Swords drawn and bows bent, the two sides confronted each other in extreme tension.
All the naga had long green hair, as though it had been contaminated by something.
They had four arms and a snake's tail, but faces similar to those of humanoid creatures. What set them apart was that they all had dark-gold eyes with vertical pupils!
This made them look utterly wild!
The female naga wore a crown woven from coral. Standing on the seabed with an extremely long spear in hand, she looked furious as she rebuked him sharply.
"Otus, what are you doing, leading your followers to attack the races on land, destroy their cities, and slaughter their people? Have you forgotten our ancestral teachings?"
The female naga's already patterned face grew even more imposing after her stern rebuke.
Yet the male naga showed no fear at her roar. Instead, he burst into mocking laughter.
"Sister, what bullshit ancestral teachings? The Naga Clan must never go ashore? Must never approach the creatures on land? Have you forgotten that we once lived on land ourselves? We were the true masters of the continent!"
The female naga stared at her younger brother in disbelief, as though she had heard something inconceivable.
She spoke loudly again.
"Otus! Have you forgotten that our ancestors