Scylla

Sea mist swirls between the jagged rocks. The waves crash with ancient fury. And there, from the damp shadows of the coastal cavern, he emerges...

Scylla, devourer of sailors, creature of the rift, son of the depths. Its twelve reptilian legs strike the stone in time with the wind, six beast heads with pearly fangs hiss in unison, and in each gaze there is an ocean of condemnation.

Little fisherman… – whispers a double voice, like a tide creeping inside the skull – Have you come to cast your nets… or to get lost in mine?