Sea Guardian: The Call of the Lost CityChapter 12: The Abyssal Wrath
Chapter 12: The Abyssal Wrath
The ancient temple stood in eerie silence, its coral-encrusted walls radiating an ominous glow. The Sea Guardian, with her trident in hand, approached the grand hall, her footsteps echoing in the water. This was the heart of the Lost City—the Sunken Temple of Abyssis. Legends spoke of a terrible guardian that slumbered within its depths, one who would awaken if the temple’s sanctity was disturbed.
A low rumble vibrated through the water as she stepped onto the central platform. Her eyes darted to the murals carved into the walls: depictions of a monstrous sea serpent with eyes of fire and a maw that could swallow ships whole. "Türannos," she whispered, recalling the name from the stories told by the Elders.
As if summoned by her words, the water around her began to churn violently. From the shadows of the temple’s depths, two fiery eyes pierced through the darkness. The ground beneath her shook as the serpent emerged, its colossal body coiled around the temple’s pillars. Türannos was no mere legend; it was an embodiment of wrath and destruction.
The creature let out a deafening roar, releasing shockwaves that rattled the temple. The Sea Guardian braced herself, planting her feet firmly on the platform. “You’ve guarded this place long enough,” she said, her voice steady despite the looming terror. “But I cannot let you stand in the way of restoring balance to the seas.”
Türannos lunged with lightning speed, its jaws snapping inches from her. She twisted away, her trident glowing with an ethereal light as she struck back. The blow grazed its scaled hide, but it was enough to draw its attention. The serpent hissed, coils tightening as it circled her, seeking an opening.
The Guardian’s mind raced. The murals had shown Türannos’s one vulnerability: the glowing pearl embedded in its chest, a fragment of its ancient power. But reaching it would require precision and timing.
Türannos struck again, this time shattering a pillar with its tail. Rubble fell around her as the temple began to groan under the pressure. The Sea Guardian leapt onto one of the remaining pillars, using it as a vantage point. She waited for the serpent to strike again, watching its movements carefully.
As Türannos lunged, she dove straight toward it, narrowly avoiding its snapping jaws. Her trident found its mark, striking the pearl embedded in its chest. The serpent let out an unearthly scream as cracks formed along the pearl’s surface, releasing a torrent of dark energy that rippled through the water.
The Guardian was thrown back by the force of the explosion, landing hard against the temple floor. Türannos writhed in pain, its massive form thrashing as the pearl shattered completely. With a final, anguished roar, the serpent’s body dissolved into a cascade of shimmering particles, leaving the temple in eerie silence once more.
Breathing heavily, the Sea Guardian rose to her feet. The temple, though damaged, still stood. In the center of the platform where Türannos had fallen, a small, glowing shard remained—a fragment of the pearl’s power. She picked it up, feeling its warmth pulsate in her palm. This was no ordinary relic; it was a key to the greater mysteries of the Lost City.
As she exited the temple, the waters around her felt calmer, as if the ocean itself acknowledged her victory. Yet she knew this was only the beginning. The power she held in her hand could bring great change—or great peril. But for now, the Sea Guardian allowed herself a moment of triumph.
The abyss had been tamed, but the call of the Lost City was far from over.
