From a long sleep, the Likaris was awakened by hot geysers at the bottom of his cave, which heated the cold northern waters in his lair. He slowly swam out of the cave for the first time in years, seeing light breaking through the water column, and an unknown longing gripped him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a shadow passing by, and a slight taste of blood came to him, his sharp fangs itching to satisfy his long-standing hunger.