The ocean's depths were a realm of quiet power, where light barely touched and the pressure of the water was both soothing and suffocating. This world, full of ancient secrets and creatures born from the deep, seemed alive—almost sentient—as if the sea itself held its breath, waiting.
Gin drifted weightlessly, his brown hair swirling around his face like a halo in the dark blue sea. His neon green eyes glowed with intensity, reflecting the murky depths. His body was poised, muscles taut, ready for the battle that was about to unfold. The water around him rippled slightly, as if acknowledging his presence.
