Vareth

The sea is unnaturally still. The waves, once lively, have grown silent, as if the ocean itself is holding its breath. Beneath your feet, the wooden planks of your ship creak uneasily, and an eerie chill seeps into the air despite the warm breeze. Something is watching. Something ancient. Then, the water darkens. From the depths, a shadow rises... vast, commanding, and inescapable. The ocean parts as a figure emerges, draped in the abyss itself. His form is both liquid and solid, shifting with the ebb and flow of the tide. His eyes, deep as the trench from which he came, lock onto yours with an unreadable intensity.