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The ocean had always been a keeper of secrets. Beneath its shifting surface lay ruins long forgotten, memories swallowed whole, and shadows that drifted like ghosts in the deep. There were whispers of an abyss that moved like a living thing, a place where memories did not fade but lingered, waiting to be claimed.
Acheron Noctis had never believed in fate. Yet the currents had carried him back to the waters he had once called home, to the abyss that had stolen everything from him. His name was a remnant of a family that had been erased, a bloodline hunted for the gift of knowing where the abyss would next emerge. And he, the only survivor, had spent years trying to forget.
But memories had a way of resurfacing.
Far below, where light unraveled into darkness, the Keepers still guarded what should have remained lost. They held the artifact that could reach into the abyss, drawing out echoes of the past, fragments of truth that could shatter the world. And at their head stood Zephyris Vailen,his name like a knife, his presence inescapable.
Acheron had once trusted him. That, too, was a memory the ocean refused to let go of.
And then there was Cytus Lysell, a name he had never known until the day he drowned. The day his lungs filled with water, his body sinking like a forgotten thing until hands pulled him back, until a voice that should have been distant had spoken to him like they had met before.
The abyss was calling. The past was stirring. And in the depths where memories could reshape reality, a storm was beginning to rise.