Embrace of the Abyss

A cold realization settled deep within Daniel's core: Abyssborne Form. The words burned in his vision, pulsing with a strange, alien energy. It wasn't merely another evolutionary option—it was something more, something foreign and unnerving. It was as if the abyss itself had marked him, an indelible signature etched into his very being.

Beneath him, the abyss still loomed—a vast, silent void, an ancient presence biding its time. The once-bright glow of the abyssal rift had dimmed, yet the pressure in the water remained relentless, as if the ocean recognized what had transpired. Daniel's gills expanded and contracted slowly, each breath a battle against the erratic pounding of his heart. His internal system, which had always been a reliable guide, now flashed warnings he had never seen before: unknown variables, unexplained changes—cryptic alerts that only deepened his unease.