{"From the throne of trench-black stone, the Abyssal Sovereign watched the waves churn with ancient fury. 'Let the Leviathan rise,' he growled, voice echoing through the drowned waves. 'For only one of us shall rule the deep, and the sea shall remember who bled first.'"}
MORKAI'S POV
The quiet in the house was rare and precious. Fenris and Tharion had left before dawn, vanishing into the breath of the tide with blades at their backs and a promise on their shoulders. They were scouring the sea's edge, hunting for a shadow cloaked in blood, a body pulsing with ancient evil, tied to a name we were finally ready to speak aloud. I stood near the window, watching the waves roll in, silvered and rhythmic, like the pulse of the deep itself. Behind me, I could hear Caelan humming softly under his breath, barefoot, still wrapped in a linen shirt far too large, his starlit magic trailing lazily in the air.
