The moon hung heavy in the inky sky, casting long, skeletal shadows across the windswept cliffs. The air was thick with the scent of salt and seaweed, the rhythmic crash of waves against the rocks the only sound breaking the eerie silence. On a small, secluded cove, a lone figure emerged from the swirling waters, her skin glistening with moonlight. It was Vala, her eyes narrowed as she scanned the horizon, a deep sense of unease settling over her.
A tremor, subtle but undeniable, shook the very foundations of the sea. Vala knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that something dark was stirring. An ancient evil, long dormant, was awakening. And she, along with her people, would be the first to feel its wrath.