Upon the boundless azure ocean, Evora, clad in a resplendent flame-hued gown, stood with her arms crossed over her chest, gazing down expressionlessly.
"The Lost Sea..."
She murmured softly, "Could you be the key to the last struggle of that damned old crone?"
The calm sea surface suddenly rippled, and beneath the clear turquoise waters, a sinister and massive shadow began to glide slowly, like a giant maw from the abyss, swallowing the pure and bright world, bringing only the deepest, darkest terror.
"Hah... Creatures too cowardly to tread on land, who can only parasitize to gain strength, dare to threaten me?"
A fierce smile, incongruous with her stunning visage, spread across her face, and even the words she uttered seemed to carry a scorching intensity:
"Come."