Elara

The deep, once a silent symphony of shimmering bioluminescence and tranquil currents, had turned a sickly, bruised violet. Elara, a guardian of the Abyssal Plains, felt the change in her gills—a burning, caustic tang that spoke of a creeping sickness from above. The ancient corals were brittle, and the shy luminescence of the lantern fish had faded into gray despair. The ocean’s balance was broken, eaten away by a dark, magical blight that turned the waters into a corrosive grave.