Deep within the Sea Wyvern Nest, beneath miles of crushing ocean pressure, an ancient volcanic flow slithered like molten veins through transparent white rock. The translucent passageways, warm and glowing from the lava beneath, cast an eerie light across the cavern walls.
Massive Wyverns swam chaotically, fleeing in one direction like a school of startled fish. Their escape wasn't from natural disaster— but from something far worse.
A woman stood calmly in their path.
She looked like a mortal in her twenties, though there was nothing human about her presence. Her Phantom Mask concealed her expression, but two sleek black wings extended behind her, and twisted black horns crowned her head. With a single fluid swipe of her hand, her fingers transformed into obsidian claws.
She swung downward.
The nearest Wyvern didn't even get the chance to scream. It was cleaved cleanly in half, its blood dispersing like red smoke in the water.
