The tide echoed in the cavern mouth, every wave slamming like the pulse of a heart too big for the earth to contain.
At the entrance stood two figures.
A younger man with slick, white hair combed neatly back, his smile too sharp to be kind.
Seirath Eluron.
Beside him towered a broad-shouldered man with hair the color of the deep sea and the black whale sigil tattooed across his back, gleaming under the damp cave light.
Nore.
Nore's deep voice broke the silence.
"I think this is where the fragment is…"
Seirath's grin widened, eyes glinting like a predator's. Without hesitation, the two of them strode deeper into the cave.
But the air shifted. The salty damp thickened into a heavier stench brine mixed with something… wrong.
From the shadows, a guttural snarl echoed.
"You!!!!"
The Fisher Man emerged half-flesh, half-scale, his barnacled skin slick with seawater, yellow eyes glowing with feral rage.
Seirath tilted his head, amused.
