As the connection solidified, I felt my consciousness cascading down an unknown path, like a river being moved along by a sudden, overpowering current.
Suddenly, memories that weren't mine flooded my mind, vivid, wild, and tumultuous, painting a story of a life far removed from anything I had ever experienced.
I was no longer Lewis, the mage, but a Kraken, the last of its kind.
I felt an immense loneliness, an ever-present melancholy that wrapped itself around me like a cold blanket.
I saw the Kraken's kin, beautiful beings with powers beyond comprehension, once rulers of the vast oceans.
And then came the pain, the bloodshed.
I saw the madman, his twisted face etched with a lust for knowledge and power.
He hunted the Krakens, capturing them one by one. They were subjected to terrible experiments, their magical essence harnessed for the madman's nefarious purposes.
