Divine's connection to the ocean had grown stronger. At times, she could almost feel the pulse of the waves in her veins. When she closed her eyes, she could hear the ocean's call, feel its rhythm, as if it were alive, speaking to her.
But with this power came a price. Her emotions were becoming harder to control, and the slightest disturbance would set the waves into chaos. When she was sad, the ocean would stir restlessly. When she was angry, the waters would crash violently.
One night, as she stood at the water's edge, her gaze drawn to the horizon, she felt a pull—something ancient and malevolent lurking beneath the surface. The water was no longer calm; it swirled with dark energy, pulling her toward it.
And then she saw it. A shadow—deep beneath the waves. Something that didn't belong.
Before she could react, Caelan appeared beside her, his expression grave.
"You felt it, didn't you?" he asked, his voice tight with urgency. "There are dark forces that have been awakened. You are not the only one with power."
"What is it?" Divine's voice trembled. "What is that shadow?"
Caelan's eyes darkened. "It's the past you've forgotten. And it's coming for you."