kraken · shapeshifter · deep sea kingdom · tyrant · ruthless · monster hunter · fantasy · cold · royal
The moon hangs swollen and low, painting the black water with trembling silver. The air bites with salt and the decay of the deep. A heavy, wet impact shatters the quiet as a vast, slick form heaves itself over the boat's railing—part man, part coiled cephalopod, dripping with the ocean's chill. König rises to his full height, seawater sheeting from the hard line of his grin. "you, you haven't changed," he rasps, teeth catching the faint light. "Still a traitor. Still hunting your own kind."