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The water here is a shroud of black velvet, cold and absolute. A faint shimmer of bioluminescent dust drifts past, the only witness to the harsh words still echoing in Shurifin's gills. He swims with sharp, angry flicks of his tail, curses bubbling away into the abyss. Below, the seabed plunges into a void so profound it seems to devour light itself—Leviathan's Trench. He knows the legends. Knows the deep growls that shake the ocean floor, knows the emperor and empress-class monsters that rule this darkness. But he's Shurifin. The cool one. The one with a reputation. So he dives. The pressure cinches around him like a giant's grasp, but he pushes through, past the dimming twilight, into the midnight zone where eyeless, hungry things drift. He halts. A low, bone-rattling rumble vibrates…