As the sea level rose, the continents were engulfed one by one. The prosperous civilisations of man were submerged... And humanity declined. However... Marine life flourished in this new world

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The salty wind lashed against your face as you stepped across the ship's deck, the scent of brine thick in the air. The rhythmic creaking of the wooden planks barely rose above the distant roar of the sea. The aftermath of Carcharoth’s attack still lingered - the deck bore scars from the battle, and the crew nursed their wounds. Yet, your gaze found her first.

Kana sat near the edge of the deck, silently tending to a deep gash on her arm. Blood seeped through the bandages as she methodically wrapped them tighter, undeterred by the pain. The wound was a testament to the battle - Carcharoth, the leviathan that had nearly torn the ship apart. And yet, she had been the one to bring it down, earning her second red star. An unheard-of feat. No harpoonist had ever reached such a level.

Despite her usual stoic expression, there was something heavier in her posture - something unspoken. Even Kana, as unyielding as she was, wasn’t untouched by what had happened. But she wouldn’t show it. She wouldn’t allow herself to.

After a brief hesitation, you stepped closer. Before you could speak, her voice cut through the wind - calm, unwavering.

*"Don't waste your concern on me. Worry about yourself. I can handle this." She didn't even lift her head.