Ascension of the Abyssborne

Daniel's body pulsed with raw power as he glided through the dark waters. The abyss had tried to consume him, to force its ancient will upon him—but instead, he had seized its strength and woven it into his own essence. Now, he was no longer merely a creature of the ocean. He was something beyond that—a being reborn from the depths.

He flexed his new form, marveling at the unfamiliar fluidity of his movements. His body retained the streamlined elegance of his former self, yet it was darker, sharper, as if he had been reforged in the deepest pits of the ocean. When he moved, the water yielded almost imperceptibly, as if recognizing him as both one of its own and as something to be feared.

A few meters away, Mira floated, her golden eyes wide with a mixture of awe and concern. "Daniel," she whispered, as if afraid to disturb the fragile calm of the moment, "your… aura—it's different. It's like the abyss is a part of you now."