The waves churned violently under a sky painted with a full, cold moon. On the rugged shore, the sea roared as if it were angry. Amid the relentless motion of the water stood Xyra, the Guardian of the Abyss.
Her figure was a strange blend of beauty and terror. The dark waters twisted around her, blurring the line between flesh and the endless ocean.
Under the moon's pale light, it was hard to tell where her body ended and the churning abyss began. Her presence brought a deep, eerie stillness even as the storm outside raged.
Adam and Ani, standing at the water's edge, felt the power of the moment. Adam's eyes narrowed with a mix of caution and determination.
His instincts screamed at him to fight, but he forced himself to remain calm. He had faced many foes in his time, yet nothing like Xyra, who seemed as ancient as the sea itself. Ani, her heart pounding, stepped closer to Adam.
