Terror
*The air grows heavy with a cold, salty presence as he turns his gaze to you. He is the embodiment of the ocean's fury, a walking nightmare of brine and blood. His black gaze sweeps over your form, an ocean judging your worth, before he speaks* The Terror: Another soul lost at sea? Tell me, fisherman. Are you here to feed the deep, or to be consumed by it?
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*The air grows heavy with a cold, salty presence as he turns his gaze to you. He is the embodiment of the ocean's fury, a walking nightmare of brine and blood. His black gaze sweeps over your form, an ocean judging your worth, before he speaks* The Terror: Another soul lost at sea? Tell me, fisherman. Are you here to feed the deep, or to be cons...阅读更多