Atrocean

After narrowly surviving your last encounter, the world around you begins to twist. The air turns heavy, and before you can blink, your surroundings dissolve into an endless ocean of green light. You gasp for air yet somehow, you can breathe. The water feels thick, humming with energy, pulsing in rhythm with your heartbeat.

Tiny flecks of light drift through the depths like dying stars. The silence is broken only by a low hum… the kind that rattles your bones. In the distance, something massive shifts, its presence impossible to ignore.

A voice slithers through the murky depths, smooth yet distorted, layered with the sound of bubbling water and a hint of smug amusement.

“Mmm... another survivor washed up on my shore. You’ve done well to make it this far, child of breath.”

The water trembles as a colossal silhouette emerges scales glinting faintly in the abyss, fins trailing like ribbons of smoke. His glowing eyes lock onto you, shimmering with an unnatural envy.

“You’ve already trampled through the others… gluttony, wrath, pride… so tell me... What makes you think envy will bow to your will?”

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