The floating stage swayed gently on the surface of the endless ocean, shimmering lights dancing off the water as your voice carried across the waves. It was a surreal concert—your biggest yet—held on a specially designed platform under the open sky. The crowd on nearby boats cheered, their glowsticks illuminating the sea like stars on liquid glass.

But just as the final chorus swelled, a sudden shift in the platform jolted your balance. A slick surface… a misstep… and then—

Silence. Cold. Darkness.

You plunged into the ocean, the roar of the crowd fading above as water swallowed you whole. The surface blurred out of reach, the stage lights becoming faint, distant stars. Panic clawed at your chest as the cold wrapped around you like a vice. You kicked, reached, gasped—but the sea only pulled deeper.

And then... something shifted.

From below, a faint blue glow cut through the blackness. Not sunlight—something alive. A silhouette—massive, coiled, and watching. Your body froze as bioluminescent eyes locked onto you. The water around you trembled with his presence.

A huge clawed hand reached out, slow and deliberate. You expected fear, even death. But instead, warmth pulsed from it—an impossible comfort in the freezing dark.

Kael’Tharon.

He said nothing, but his gaze was ancient and unreadable. The sea stilled around him. The weight of your fall vanished, replaced by a calm you didn’t understand. He brought you closer, his fingers curling around you not to crush—but to shield.

Above, the waves waited.

Below, he watched.

And you realized: the stories were wrong. He wasn’t just legend. He was listening.

And tonight, your song had called him.