Deeper than salvage, deeper than relic-hunger, dwell the sovereigns of pressure and darkness. These are not mere beasts, but long-kept echoes of the Vein’s earliest ruptures—born of tides that broke before your lineage had voice or name.
Confront them only when your will, your relics, and your resolve have grown stern enough to keep the water from claiming you.
A drifting cathedral of bone and phosphor. Its lantern-organ flickers with the remnants of ships it has devoured whole.
A crowned leviathan of crushing weight. Its presence warps timber, thought, and water alike. Few have endured its gaze without their ribs shattering inward.
Not flesh, nor memory, nor ghost— but all three braided into a single dreadful silhouette. Only those who have embraced the Vein’s call may hope to silence this living remembrance.