The Merfolk was startled by Song Wanning's sharp gaze and took a few steps back. It stammered, "This... this place... it's exactly like... my lair!"
"I think... I think this *is* my lair!!!"
The more it spoke, the more confident the Merfolk became.
It didn't know what was happening, but this place was undeniably identical to its lair—even the seashell it had picked up years ago was exactly the same.
A dark light flashed in Song Wanning's eyes. She put down the Array Plate and stood, finally taking the time to carefully survey the room.
The decorations were simple: a stone bed, a curtain woven from seaweed... and a glass bottle that once held small fish.
The room's extreme simplicity was a stark contrast to the previous chambers.
She had been so anxious just moments ago that she had overlooked all these details.
A theory formed in her mind. Song Wanning's expression grew serious. "Look around... is anything missing from the room?"
"Missing something?"
