Depths

Writhing in the chaotic mess of the approaching storm was a seething mass of scales and wrath. The dark swells started in the depths of the ocean— out past the eyes of any sane mortals. The ocean turned a cobalt blue as energies massed into something sentient.

The townspeople burned roses to ward off the dark miasma that gathered beyond their shore. Strong gales whipped the ash into the dark waters— harmlessly settling on the surface before sinking. Forgotten in its purpose. Useless in its application.

Their desperate effigies couldn’t withstand the pulsing frequencies from the waking titan. Power begets power— and nothing shook the earth like the rising force from the depths.