Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

Chapter 188: Leviathan's Graveyard (15)



The city's architectural landscape was a testament to this aquatic aesthetic, with structures designed to emulate the graceful fluidity of underwater environments. Delicate carvings of marine life adorned the facades of buildings, capturing the beauty and diversity of creatures dwelling beneath the waves. The use of luminescent materials further enhanced this aesthetic, creating an otherworldly glow reminiscent of the bioluminescence found in the depths of the ocean.

Aquatic symbols were seamlessly integrated into the city's art, serving as a visual language that conveyed both cultural and spiritual significance. Murals and sculptures depicted scenes from the underwater realm, showcasing the Leviathan's majesty and the harmonious coexistence between the city's inhabitants and the sea.

In everyday life, the aquatic aesthetic permeated clothing, accessories, and decorative elements. Fabrics mimicked the shimmering textures of fish scales, and jewelry often featured intricate designs inspired by the elegant patterns found in underwater flora and fauna. The city's commitment to these details created a cohesive and immersive experience for its inhabitants, reinforcing their connection to the sea.

Even the city's rituals and ceremonies were imbued with aquatic symbolism, reinforcing the spiritual bond between the Leviathan and its people. The constant presence of these aquatic elements not only served as a celebration of the sea's beauty but also as a reminder of the city's dependence on the Leviathan's favor for its prosperity and protection. Experience new stories on empire

The Leviathan City's commitment to aquatic aesthetics was more than a mere design choice; it was a cultural and spiritual expression that permeated every aspect of life. This dedication to the sea's beauty and symbolism contributed to the city's unique identity and reinforced the profound relationship between its inhabitants and the Leviathan.

A couple of hours later, as the conversation between Cyrus and the human woman in the adjacent cell concluded, the ambient luminescence of the bioluminescent flora outside their prison cells shifted with the passage of time. The distant echoes of aquatic life provided a haunting soundtrack to the otherwise hushed surroundings.

Suddenly, the quietude was disrupted as the heavy footsteps of a merman guard approached the cells. The glimmering scales on his tail shimmered in the low light as he wielded a key, a symbol of authority in the Leviathan City's royal prison.

The merman approached Cyrus's cell, his eyes inscrutable behind the aquatic hues. With a measured motion, he inserted the key into the lock, the creaking of the metal heralding the impending release. The door swung open, revealing the expanse beyond the confines of the cell.

Before Cyrus could fathom the guard's intentions, a spurt of water shot from the merman's hand, hitting him square in the chest. The water, infused with a subtle but powerful force, acted like a binding agent, immediately solidifying into restraints around Cyrus's wrists. He winced as the cold and forceful water enveloped his hands, forming unyielding cuffs that restricted his movement.

Cyrus, now shackled by this unexpected manifestation of water magic, felt the weight of the restraints, a stark reminder of the city's control over its inhabitants. The merman guard, stoic and unmoved, gazed at Cyrus with an enigmatic expression, the depths of his intentions obscured beneath the aquatic exterior.

The door to the woman's cell remained closed, leaving her momentarily untouched by the merman's actions. As Cyrus grappled with the sudden turn of events, the guard's silence loomed, leaving an unspoken tension in the air. The Leviathan City, with its intricate blend of magic and authority, had once again asserted its dominion over those within its confines.

"Let's go. You have an audience with The Monarch."

Reluctantly, Cyrus rose from the stone-cold floor of the prison cell, his hands bound by the water-formed cuffs. He shot a fleeting glance at the human woman in the adjacent cell, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. With measured steps, he followed the merman guard as they navigated the dimly lit corridors of the Leviathan City's royal prison.

The bone-crafted walls seemed to absorb sound, creating an eerie silence that hung heavily in the air. The guard, impassive and efficient, led Cyrus through a labyrinth of twisting passages, each turn further obscuring his sense of direction. The bioluminescent flora cast sporadically glows along the way, revealing glimpses of the aquatic aesthetic that permeated the city.

Cyrus, his mind a whirlwind of uncertainty, resisted the urge to inquire about their destination. Instead, he observed the surroundings, committing the layout of the prison to memory. The dampness in the air and the echoes of distant currents hinted at the city's aquatic foundation, emphasizing its connection to the Leviathan that reigned supreme.

As they walked, Cyrus noted the unique architecture of the city—buildings crafted from colossal bones, an homage to the sea's ancient denizens. Floating districts suspended above abyssal depths added another layer of complexity to the Leviathan City's structure. The diverse inhabitants they encountered along the way further emphasized the eclectic society that thrived within these bone-crafted walls.

The guard's stoic demeanor offered no hints, and Cyrus restrained the impatience simmering within him. He needed to discern his exact location within the Leviathan City, understand the hierarchy governing the sea monarch's domain, and unravel the intricacies of the aquatic society that had taken him captive. Only then could he formulate a plan to escape the clutches of the Leviathan City's authority.

For now, Cyrus followed the merman guard through the aquatic labyrinth, his senses heightened, absorbing every detail in his quest for information that could tip the scales in his favor. The journey through the Leviathan City's prison became a reconnaissance mission, a vital step in the calculated dance between captivity and the elusive pursuit of freedom.

The journey through the underground prison culminated in a stark change of scenery for Cyrus. As the merman guard guided him through the labyrinthine passages, the oppressive darkness gave way to an intense burst of light. Swiftly, the merman enveloped Cyrus's vision with a blindfold crafted from darkened water, plunging him into temporary obscurity.

Guided solely by the sounds of echoing footsteps and the distant murmur of aquatic life, Cyrus traversed through the upper layer of the royal prison. The sensation of ascending hinted at the grandeur of the Leviathan City's architecture, but the blindfold concealed the visual splendors that lay beyond.

Finally, the sounds of movement came to a halt. The merman guard, proficient in the aquatic arts, removed the blindfold with a deft motion. Cyrus blinked against the sudden brightness that flooded his vision, gradually adjusting to the luminous expanse that stretched before him.

He found himself standing in an enormous throne room, bathed in the radiance of bioluminescent flora. The walls, adorned with intricate aquatic motifs, reflected the grandeur of Leviathan City's aesthetic. Massive columns, resembling the bones of ancient sea creatures, soared to the heights of the chamber. The floor, made of some polished material that shimmered like ocean waves, added an ethereal touch to the surroundings.

At the far end of the throne room, elevated on a colossal bone-crafted dais, sat the sea monarch—a regal figure, draped in intricate aquatic attire. The Leviathan's Heart, the colossal sea behemoth that the city revered as a deity, loomed in the background, casting its divine influence over the proceedings.

The merman guard, ever vigilant, guided Cyrus forward, and as they approached the throne, the sea monarch's piercing gaze met his. The council of tides, enigmatic advisers with a touch of the mystical, stood at calculated intervals around the throne, observing the unfolding scene with an air of authority.

With a subtle nod from the sea monarch, the merman guard released Cyrus from his water-formed cuffs. Cyrus, now standing in the presence of the Leviathan City's ruler, braced himself for whatever would come next.

"Pretty boy…" Cyrus smirked, causing the entire room to go silent. And this might have seemed like a dumb move, but he had a feeling that… "You're him right? Or at least a descendant of his?"

The Sea Monarch, perched upon the bone-crafted throne, cut a figure of both regality and mystique. Draped in a flowing garment that seemed to mimic the ebb and flow of the ocean currents, their attire shimmered with iridescent hues reminiscent of the sea's depths. The fabric, intricately adorned with motifs of aquatic life, told a visual tale of the Leviathan City's connection to the ocean.

The Sea Monarch's skin bore a subtle luminescence, a radiant glow that accentuated their ethereal presence. Hints of bioluminescence cascaded across their form, creating an illusion as if the sea's gentle light embraced them. The regal attire, adorned with luminescent gemstones and sea-inspired patterns, further enhanced the monarch's divine aura.

A crown, crafted from the polished bones of legendary sea creatures, rested upon the Sea Monarch's head. Each bone intricately carved with symbols of power and authority, the crown symbolized the ruler's divine connection to the Leviathan and the city it presided over. The Leviathan's Heart, ever-watchful in the background, seemed to echo the majesty of the sea monarch's presence.

The monarch's eyes, a captivating shade of cerulean, held an otherworldly wisdom that spoke of the eons they had overseen the Leviathan City. Their gaze, simultaneously stern and compassionate, hinted at the delicate balance they maintained as both a ruler and a deity. As the Leviathan City's sovereign, the Sea Monarch embodied the essence of the ocean itself—calm and serene, yet capable of unleashing storms when provoked.

As Cyrus stood before the Sea Monarch, the ruler's posture exuded authority, and the room seemed to hold its breath in deference to the one who governed with both temporal and divine authority. The aquatic motifs that adorned the throne room found their living representation in the Sea Monarch, an embodiment of the Leviathan City's connection to the depths and the mysteries that lay beneath the waves.

"I was hoping we would meet sooner."


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