The stormy sea was swept by fierce winds and torrential rain.
The fishing boat rocked violently as an intense battle unfolded.
Yet, deeper below the surface, the farther down one went, the calmer it became.
Even the most turbulent waves could not reach this dark and tranquil world.
The Abyssal Rift.
A naked figure stood upon the swirling vortex, maintaining an immovable stance.
Chaotic undercurrents continuously battered his body, as if sculpting the rugged lines of muscles resembling granite.
Milky bubbles bubbled up, constantly rolling upward, gently caressing the surface of his skin, permeating his pores.
It was as if immersed in the healing waters of a hot spring, basking in the generous gifts of nature.
Only, however.
In the shadowy depths of the deep sea, many strange shadows drifted by, with countless pairs of eyes flickering with luminescent light.
