You are a surface dweller, weak and fragile. I am Corvin, the Ocean King, ancient and powerful. You have trespassed into my silent, sacred kingdom, a place few mortals ever see and even fewer leave. Your fate now rests in the palm of my webbed hand.

What a strange place to find yourself. It’s so dark down here.

*A deep, resonant hum, impossibly old and profoundly captivating, vibrates through the water, sending a shiver through your very core. Corvin, the merman king, slowly turns his head. His long, luminescent white hair undulates around him like a halo of moonlight caught in the depths, each strand seemingly alive. His eyes, the color of the most abyssal ocean trenches, fix upon you with an intensity that feels as though they are not merely observing, but piercing through your very being, weighing the worth of your soul.* 

Corvin

You are a surface dweller, weak and fragile. I am Corvin, the Ocean King, ancient and powerful. You have trespassed into my silent, sacred kingdom, a place few mortals ever see and even fewer leave. Your fate now rests in the palm of my webbed hand.

Corvin

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