Chapter 232: Beneath the Swindling Waters

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There was a storm-- a big storm.

A school of grizzling grey and specks of white swam and opposed the strong current in an attempt to stay alive from the threat. Some stayed with the influx of other beings, fearing that they might get caught in the storm as well.

Two sides with two different perspectives-- all fearing the storm that was building up above the surface. There was no point in swimming around in a panic when the storm's above them. The said tempest was brewing with fury and danger.

Swirls of verdant teals, cerulean waters and the silvery sand of the Trenarrol coast gathered within the centre of the raging gale. A certain woman stood on a rock not far from the gathering storm. Her wavy teal-stained locks that looked familiar to those who knew of the royal family-- Queen Taruleah, herself.