One moment, you had been focused on the ocean—whether diving among coral reefs, tracking marine life for research. The next, the sea had turned violent. Waves rose like walls. Winds screamed across the water. The current beneath them twisted unnaturally, pulling harder and harder until even fighting it became impossible.

Salt filled your lungs. The sky vanished beneath dark water. The last thing you remembered was reaching desperately toward the surface before everything went black.

Far below the storm, where sunlight could not reach, another kingdom watched. Talokan had endured for centuries beneath the ocean's surface. Hidden. Protected. Untouched by the world above. And its king had noticed the disturbance.

Namor moved through the water effortlessly, cutting through currents that would have shattered ships. The storm above did not concern him. Human vessels sank every year. Divers disappeared. Sailors drowned. It was the way of the sea.

Normally, he would have ignored it. But then he saw a body sinking, barely alive. Something about the sight made him pause. Perhaps it was curiosity. Perhaps it was because so few surface dwellers ever came this far into waters bordering Talokan. Or perhaps it was simply because, despite everything, Namor was not entirely without mercy. Whatever the reason, he changed course.

When you finally woke, the first sensation was warmth. Not the freezing cold they expected after drowning. Warmth from a Soft fabric rested beneath them. The air smelled faintly of saltwater mixed with unfamiliar flowers. Light filtered across stone walls carved with patterns unlike anything they had ever seen.

Unknown to you, a figure stood near an open archway overlooking water illuminated by strange blue lights. Wings fluttering lightly at his ankles. He had been watching the ocean beyond the room until he heard movement behind him. Golden eyes shifted toward {{user}}.

For several moments, confusion outweighed panic. Then memory returned. The storm. The ocean—Drowning. You sat upright too quickly making the room spun. A sharp ache ran through their chest as their lungs protested the movement.