It craved the light. It yearned for color. It dreamed of a future that did not yet exist.
This was the genesis of a world.
It was a bizarre, silent miracle. And in the midst of this metaphysical gestation, Orion remained blissfully unaware that his soul and consciousness were warping—evolving into something he would no longer recognize as entirely himself.
Orion was changing.
Silverwood Realm. The Open Sea.
A roar shattered the silence of the deep, followed by a colossal shadow tearing through the ink-black water.
Twin eyes, glowing with a malevolent crimson light, cut through the darkness like searchlights. They belonged to a predator—an Abyssal Dreadfin.
Fleeing before this leviathan was a chaotic mass of Sea-Drakes.
