As the White Pearl glided deeper into the dense Pink Mist, the atmosphere shifted. A silence settled over the ocean, unnaturally heavy, as if the very air held its breath. Then, from the swirling fog, a monstrous form began to rise.
The creature loomed higher than the masts of the White Pearl, its sheer size casting a shadow that made the already-chilled fog feel even colder. The silhouette grew until it encircled the ship, its long, scaly body coiling around the vessel with unnerving elegance. It moved like a serpent made of muscle and mystery—both beautiful and terrifying.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, two massive heads broke through the mist. Fanged maws dripped with pink seawater, and glowing eyes—tinted the same eerie shade of pink—focused on the ship's deck with uncanny intelligence.
"A Twin-Headed Sea Serpent," Lily said calmly, her voice barely above a whisper.
