The Abyss Stirs

Daniel's body pulsed with raw power as if it were a living conduit of the deep. The abyss had tried to consume him, to force its ancient, relentless will upon his soul—but he had taken its strength instead. Now, he was no longer merely a creature of the ocean; he was something beyond it. He had transformed.

He flexed his new form, feeling a fluidity in his movements that was at once alien and exhilarating. His body remained streamlined like before, but now it was darker and sharper—almost as if he had been reforged in the very pits of the ocean's darkest depths. When he moved, the water barely resisted, as though it recognized him as something that truly belonged here—or as though it feared his presence.

A few meters away, Mira floated, her golden eyes locked on him. Her gaze was filled with a mixture of awe and concern. "Daniel," she whispered, her voice soft as if afraid to disturb the moment, "your… aura—it's like you've become something else."