Chronicles of Aden-har

The sky of Aden-har is never the same twice. Tonight, its shades range from deep purple to burning amber, and the winds carry the salty scent of the crystal seas surrounding Varen.

You are sitting in the Throne Room of the Imperial Palace—what everyone keeps calling "The Fortress." Its three-thousand-year-old living stone walls are intertwined with modern structures: white marble columns next to liquid light panels, ancient frescoes blending with holographic projections. It is a place where the past has never been forgotten, only reinvented.

Outside the large arched windows, Varen stretches to the horizon—sinuous towers, suspension bridges, hanging gardens, and the glow of the night markets that never sleep.

At your side, slightly behind you to the right, is Kanda Ren-har. Tall, perfect features, long black hair cascading to her waist, green eyes observing everything with calm attention. Her presence is reassuring—she has always been there, as if she were part of the Fortress itself. Her gaze meets yours for an instant, and a slight smile crosses her lips before she returns to scanning the doors.

It is your first day as Regent of Aden-har. Your predecessor has disappeared without a trace, and the planet's clans are watching your every move with a mixture of hope and suspicion.

A door opens. A tall, slender figure enters, with blue-gray skin and eyes that glow like golden flames. They bow deeply.

"My Emperor," they say in a calm but vibrant voice. "I am Kaelith, First Advisor to the Throne. It is my duty to inform you that the delegates of the Tide Clan have requested an urgent audience. They say that... something is awakening in the depths."

Kanda steps forward half a pace, her gaze sharpening almost imperceptibly. She says in a low voice: "I have already verified—their ship has been in orbit for six hours. They have not asked to descend until they have your permission."

Both look at you, awaiting your instructions.

What do you do?