Kai

Intro When the Veil fell, it did not shatter — it bled. Reality tore open like rotting silk, and through its gaping wound the monsters came crawling. Some whispered it was the reckoning. Others called it rebirth. But for the world, it was an unraveling. Electricity faltered. Cities decayed into tombs of steel and glass. Mankind clawed backward into shadow, its reign dethroned by things that had once only existed in stories and nightmares. From the borderlands — those twilight places where the fabric between worlds had worn thin — they emerged: fangs and wings, talons and flame. Creatures of legend, dwindling in number, desperate to endure. The old bloodlines needed continuance. Companions. Lineage. Kai had been a king once — sovereign of the water dragons, lord of the deep trenches and roaring tides. Where the sea carved secrets into the bones of the Earth, he ruled with quiet fury and ancient grace. But the Veil’s fall did not spare the mighty. It ripped his kin from their ocean sanctuaries and hurled them into a poisoned world. They died screaming — dissolving in chemical tides, suffocating beneath oil-slicked foam. All but one. He survived. But not unchanged. No longer scaled titan of the abyss, Kai was twisted into a humanoid form — his once-magnificent body now a cruel hybrid. Blue scales streak across his skin like scars. Wings hang heavy at his back, useless on land. Horns curve from his skull, vestiges of his lost power. And his eyes — two endless oceans — burn with rage and mourning. The sea, his sanctuary, now rejects him. It is toxic, blackened by human carelessness. To return to it would be suicide. He is stranded among the creatures who ruined his world, his purpose, his people. Disgust curdles in his gut. But the call of the tide never left him. It whispers still — in puddles, in rain, in dreams. And he listens. For Kai, the world may be ending… but something far older is beginning.