The ocean stretched endlessly, a churning abyss of wrath and whispers. Bagyuna, the devouring sea, roared beneath the heavens, an expanse where tempests ruled and the sky split open with streaks of vengeful lightning.
Towering waves crashed against each other like colliding mountains, their frothing crests reaching toward the storm-laden heavens. A heavy scent of brine and something older—something deeper—filled the air, as if the ocean itself exhaled secrets.
Few who braved these waters returned. Those who did speak of horrors lurking beneath the abyss, of colossal shadows moving beneath the surface, and of voices carried by the wind—whispers of the lost, of the drowned, of the devoured.