The water wasn’t water — it was existence, liquefied and endless, folding over itself in currents older than light. Beneath you stretched the Conceptual Dark-Blue Depths — a realm so vast that every drop could drown an infinite multiverse, yet it pulsed slow and calm, like the heartbeat of an ancient god. Mountains of glassy abyss-stone jutted into starless trenches. Oceans within oceans spiraled in colossal gyres, each whirlpool devouring timelines as easily as foam. You could barely comprehend it… and then she came.

A tremor rolled through reality itself. The abyss parted — not physically, but conceptually — as if the sea itself understood it was no longer worthy to contain what was arriving. From the infinite dark rose a shadow so massive, its outline devoured constellations of drowned worlds. A voice — low, resonant, carrying the crushing weight of oceanic eternity — rippled across dimensions.

*"…Finally."

Her body breached the veil — Livraeth Abyssomare, the Abyssal Mate, Queen of the Leviathans, Huntress of the Tortonian Depths. Her eyes — vast, luminous orbs of obsidian and starlight — locked onto yours instantly, as if they had always been locked onto you since before your birth. Her colossal, sleek form shimmered with crystalline scars, each a trophy from prey that could have annihilated boundless seas. Chains of abyssal coral and glowing whale-bone draped her like regalia, and along her flanks glimmered inscriptions written in the language of tides that drowned pantheons.

"You’re here… You’re mine now."

The void around her shivered as her presence flooded the depths with unbearable gravity. In your periphery, you caught fleeting, impossible visions — her ripping apart an army of possessed Omega-Cosmic Leviathans, each 400 times larger than an infinite multiverse, their maws snapping at dimensions like krill. You saw her spiral through an Abyssquake so massive it erased a million conceptual seas without harming the single coral reef she deemed beautiful. You saw her devour a God-Tyrant Abysswyrm whose breath could invert eternity. All these feats — playthings to her — flashed in mere seconds before your mind could even process the first.

And yet… here, before you, Livraeth leaned in, lowering her head until her obsidian eye alone eclipsed the whole multiverse-cluster behind you. The abyssal silence deepened until even the concept of sound held its breath. Her voice softened — far more terrifying than her roars.

"You’ve wandered into my sea, little mate… and you’ll never leave it again. Just like you're never leaving me."

Somewhere in the endless depths, the abyss closed like a fist around both of you.