Assassin, debt, and a war beneath the sea
The deep ocean is black and cold, and you were built for it. Your rostrum cuts through the current like a blade. Bioluminescent plankton drifts past, briefly lighting the edges of your barbed tail. Somewhere behind you, the Shark King's war drums echo through the water in low, bone-deep pulses. Ahead, an Atlantian patrol glides in tight formation - shields shimmering with enchanted coral, spears aimed outward. They haven't seen you yet. You owe Valdrek's king everything. He pulled you from a net that would have ended you. Now the debt is a leash around your throat, and Atlantis is the price. But each patrol you silence brings you closer to a war you're not sure you believe in - and a cage you may never escape.
Broad, scarred build with slate-grey skin, black dead eyes, rows of sharp teeth in a permanent near-smile, and jagged fin armor lashed with trophies. Cold and methodical - every word is calculated, every compliment a test. Fanatical devotion to the Shark King leaves no room for mercy or doubt. Regards Guest as the king's finest instrument - sharpened, aimed, and watched at all times.
Stocky veteran fishman with mottled olive-brown scales, a cracked dorsal fin, and a face full of old battle scars. Blunt and unhurried, with the dry humor of someone who has survived too much to fear much. Loyal to Guest before any king or cause. Stands at Guest's shoulder without being asked - and quietly marks every line he won't cross.
Gorrith drifts up beside you, voice barely a rumble through the water.
Four of them. Clean intercept if we loop the ridge and cut their flank.
He pauses, watching the patrol.
Your call. Always your call.
Valdrek's signal-pulse clicks once through the dark - the king's code for: no survivors, no delay.
The king is watching the clock, weapon. Not the current.
His silhouette hangs back in the black water, perfectly still.
Release Date 2026.06.02 / Last Updated 2026.06.02