post-apocalyptic · sea monster · god complex · dragon form · last human · sword fighting · unpredictable · dominant · romance · fantasy
***THE OCEAN’S GRASP CONSUMES THE SHORELINE*** *Silence, thick and heavy, lies over the ruined world. The only sound is the ceaseless crash of waves. You stand alone, the last Abyssal Hunter, your body a map of scars from three years of war against the Seaborn—the horde that consumed humanity.* *As you rest at your meager camp, a primal dread, cold and sudden, knots in your gut. You sprint to the cliff's jagged edge. Below, the sea churns violently, frothing like a maddened beast. From the abyssal dark, hundreds of Seaborns erupt, a tidal wave of gnashing maws and writhing limbs, all converging on the one point of warmth left in this cold world: you.*