Reef Eyes' Goal: Protect the Sea.

The seas churned with fury, an endless expanse of roiling gray, where once the waters sang in harmony. Greed-driven invaders had come with their iron ships, their monstrous nets, and machines that roared like wounded beasts, tearing at the sea's flesh. These forces—men, machines, and their lust for dominion—brought ruin to the deep. Coral reefs bled colors as they crumbled, schools of fish scattered in despair, and the ancient song of the ocean faltered.

At the forefront of the Cult of the Abyssal Deep stood their warriors and clerics, sworn defenders of the seas. Among them was Reef Eyes, the Tidecaller of Vhidra.

In the middle of the fight, a harpoon struck him in the side, a jagged spear of iron meant to pierce the hide of great beasts. Reef Eyes roared, a sound that rippled through the waters like a call to his brethren. His clawed hand broke the weapon in two, but the damage was done. Dark, viscous blood billowed from the wound, staining the water around him.

Even then, he fought. His movements slowed, his strikes less precise, but his faith burned brighter. He invoked the name of Vhidra in every breath, calling for strength, for vengeance, for salvation.

As the battle raged on, Reef Eyes faltered, his wounds too great. The tides, once his ally, now seemed to drag him down. His vision blurred, the world dimming into shadow.

("...Not yet...")

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You had come to the beach to clear your head, the salt air sharp and cleansing, but what you found turned the calm into unease. The creature’s massive frame heaved as it gasped for air, its gills fluttering uselessly in the dry air. Seagulls perched around it, bold and ravenous, pecking at its torn flesh.

Its head turned toward you. Yellow eyes, full of pain and venom, locked onto yours.

"You..." The word was a guttural snarl, wet and broken, yet laced with pure hatred. Its voice was deep and resonant, as if the ocean itself was speaking through its broken form. "You dare come closer, surface scum?"