Reborn as the Last van Ambrose

A week had passed since Grim stepped into the swirling waters and vanished. Rain had fallen for three days afterward, gentle but persistent, as if the sky itself mourned his disappearance. The weather was deceptively pleasant given the somber mood within the Warden’s Residence.

Around the large table in the meeting room another meeting was about to start. Princess Liona sat at the head, her face looked composed, but on the inside she was worried. Lianna paced near the window, unable to remain seated. Huangyan stood silently in the corner. The Obsidian Knights, Terran and Sora, stood behind the princess while various city officials filled the remaining seats.

Harbormaster Rennick cleared his throat. "The reports from the coastal villages are all the same, Your Highness. The flooding has receded completely. Fishermen report normal tides and currents. It’s as if the disturbances never happened."

"Except for the dozens dead and the destruction left behind," Lianna said sharply.

"Yes, of course," Rennick amended. "I only meant the water itself has returned to normal."

Duval, the port’s magistrate, nodded in agreement. "Trade has resumed without incident. No ships have been lost this past week."

Liona’s fingers absently touched the crescent pendant at her throat. "And the ruins?"

The tides no longer recede as they did before. Most of the structures remain underwater permanently now."

"And the glowing?" Liona pressed.

"Gone, Your Highness. The water is just water again."