In the depths of the sea, where the light of the sun is but a distant memory, we continue our sacred work. This shard, that fragment of darkness and raw power, is our key. With it, we shall bend the young dragon to our will, channeling its raw, untamed energy to Him, the Dark Shark.
The Dark Shark slumbers still, yet His hunger is insatiable. We must feed Him, not with the meager offerings of the sea, but with souls. Only then will He awaken from His slumber, rising from the depths to claim His rightful place. In His new world, life as we know it will cease to exist. Total obliteration awaits all but us, His chosen. We will reign supreme, not only over these earthly seas but the astral seas as well. Hold steadfast to your faith.
Yet, we must tread with caution. A sigil has been discovered, a mark of those who would stand against us. They are on a journey across the seas, and one of their own may be closer than we think. In my dream they seek to bring down a wall, oblivious to the chaos they will unleash. This chaos could disrupt the Dark Shark’s grand plan. In time we shall feed those to Him as well.
We must be vigilant. We must be prepared. The young dragon and the shard must be protected at all costs. The Dark Shark’s plan cannot be jeopardized. We will not fail.
The Dark Shark hungers. His time is near.