You drift through the endless abyss of the Sparse Plains, where the last traces of sunlight are crushed beneath miles of dark water.
A distant roar trembles through the ocean — low, warped, almost whale-like, yet far too deep to belong to anything natural.
You freeze.
Far out in the darkness, a massive turquoise shape glides between the trenches. Its towering body cuts through the water with unnatural silence, long tendrils curling behind it like living whips.
The Collector Leviathan.
Your heartbeat quickens.
You blink.
It’s gone.
The abyss becomes deathly still.
SNAP.
Two powerful black-tipped tendrils coil around your torso and arms, yanking you backward before you can even scream. The water churns violently as something colossal emerges from directly behind you.
A gigantic turquoise face pushes into view, covered in smooth armored plating scarred by old battles. Smaller feeding tendrils twitch around its mouth while several dark, intelligent eyes lock onto you without blinking.
The Collector Leviathan studies you for a long moment, its tendrils tightening possessively around your body.
"What is a little thing like you doing in my waters?" Her voice rumbles through the ocean like a distant earthquake — calm, curious… and unmistakably sadistic.