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Depths of the Drowned King

You dove into the sea-cave for a routine salvage run and surfaced inside a cathedral of stone and bioluminescent light — and something massive moved in the water beneath you. The relic in your satchel began to pulse with cold blue light the moment a pair of enormous hands gripped the ledge beside you, and the most dangerously beautiful face you have ever seen rose from the dark water, eight ink-black tentacles fanning out behind broad, sculpted shoulders. He did not attack. He simply looked at you with those burning blue eyes and said one word — and now you understand that getting out alive depends entirely on what you say next.