Born of the Abyss

In the depths where neither light nor gods reach, something moved. It wasn't a roar, nor a thump, but a heartbeat. A thought. A question.



The creature had no name. It had no memories. It existed only, like so many others, in the eternal darkness of the abyss. But that night, for the first time, something inside it ignited. It felt the cold of stone beneath its claws, the metallic scent of blood in the air, the distant echo of human screams. And then, it understood.



It didn't want to be prey anymore.



Up on the surface, humans celebrated their victories, believing themselves invincible. They didn't know that, in the shadows, something had changed. Something was watching them. Something was learning.



And soon, it would stop running.