Smooth as jade, the cold magic power wraps around her fingers, combing through the fine scales. Feeling the chill in her heart, Merfolk Vina lies on the Tidal Pearl, enduring her own nightmare until a familiar force awakens the grown mermaid princess.
The Treasured Jade of White Dragon Alicia, with the power of frost that annihilates clans in an instant, likens the life of the merfolk to the tides that wax and wane with the moon. Vina seems to see the sorrow and self-mockery on Princess's face when naming it. The merfolk raises her head, her icy gaze fixing on the source that had awakened her.
A specter floats nearby, its ethereal body bearing the curse's light green color, with facial dimples left by blisters, resembling a rotting shipboard. A spectral sailor, perhaps a member of the Resentful Spirit Pirates. Vina flips her hair, dismissing the naive thoughts, the solidified ice crystals making her hair gleam in the darkness.
