The following night, as Divine stood by the ocean once more, trying to make sense of the journal's cryptic message, something shifted. A strange presence—something not human—loomed behind her. She spun around, but there was no one there.
Yet, she could feel it. A weight. A dark force closing in.
She turned back to the ocean, only to see a figure emerging from the waves—a woman, cloaked in darkness. Her eyes glowed with an eerie light, and her presence felt cold, like the void.
"I've been waiting for you," the woman said, her voice smooth like silk, but laced with malice. "The ocean has always belonged to me."
Before Divine could react, the woman vanished into the waves, leaving behind only a chilling silence.
Divine's heart raced. What was happening? Was the woman the shadow? And what did she mean the ocean belonged to her?