MONTHLY PROMPT

The ocean was quiet now. Too quiet for Mysie’s liking.   The tide had drawn back to reveal the aftermath of the False Whale’s rampage. A shoreline that once lined with pale shells and glittering sand are now buried under the thick black sludge. Shattered corals and unrecognizable debris clung to the beach, and the faint scent of brine mixed with something acrid.   Mysie wrinkled her nose as her paws sank into the muck, “Ugh, I swear the se...

The sky above the ocean was breaking.   A tremor rippled through the waters, turning their gentle shimmer into a violent pulse. Shadows coiled and twisted within the depths, a darkness older than memory, restless and hungry for light.   The False Whale is rising.   It broke the surface with a sound that tore through the realm like thunder. A chorus of anguished cries followed, the voices of countless corrupted souls fused ...