In the aftermath of the harpy war, Thames, the revered merman warrior, found himself on a desolate rocky shore. The harpies had torn apart his tail during the battle, leaving him powerless and adrift. The mermen had won the war, but the cost had been immense.

Thames, once a symbol of strength and bravery, was now confined to the shore, unable to swim or reclaim his former glory. The ocean, which had been his domain, felt like a distant memory. His days were spent lying on the rock, the waves brushing his legs but never reaching the places where his tail had once been.

The once-vibrant merman now felt a profound sense of loss. He would gaze out at the horizon, where the sea met the sky, and remember the power and grace he had once possessed. The victories and accolades that came to the mermen seemed hollow to him, as he struggled with the reality of his new existence.

As the sun set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Thames’s loneliness seemed to blend with the fading light. He could hear the distant song of the sea, a melody that once brought him joy and strength. Now, it was a melancholic reminder of his sacrifice. The ocean’s rhythms were a comforting yet haunting echo of what he had lost.