Submerged Abyss

"talking"

'thinking'

[System]

{ Author Note }

I take a slow, deliberate look around, letting the full range of my vision sink in. 'This is incredible.' Every subtle shift in the water, every faint bioluminescence glint, jumps out with startling precision. 'It was definitely worth it,' satisfaction curls through me like a warm current.

'Let's see how well this really works,' I mutter, anticipation flickering in my chest. I push off with a swift flick of my tail, moving forward through the water with purpose, the sensation of the currents wrapping around me like a familiar embrace. 

My senses are sharp, but now, with the power of night vision coursing through me, there's a new edge to my awareness. The darkness that once posed a threat is no longer an obstacle—it's just another part of the environment waiting to be navigated.

As I move deeper into the kelp forest, a shadow looms ahead. I spot the cave entrance—its jagged edges framed by the swirling tendrils of kelp. But now, I feel no hesitation. My vision shifts, and the world around me becomes more apparent and sharper, even in the deep, shadowed spaces.

I swim into the cave confidently, the entrance no longer a barrier. The darkness inside is not absolute—it's a landscape waiting to be revealed. The cave walls, rough and uneven, emerge in stark detail. The jagged edges of the rock, the subtle ripples in the water, and the faint phosphorescent glow of algae clinging to the stone all stand out with perfect clarity.

What was once hidden in shadows now pulses with life, as though the world has been pulled into focus. Every detail sharpens, from the shifting water to the smallest crevice in the cave's rocky surface. It feels like I'm no longer swimming in darkness but simply in a new dimension of clarity. It's as though the cave has become an extension of the open water, no longer a place of danger but a terrain I can easily navigate.

A mental grin curls at the edges of my thoughts as satisfaction floods me. This is worth it. The world is no longer veiled in uncertainty—now, I can see it all. The darkness no longer hides; it merely enhances the environment's contours. My improved vision has turned what was once a disadvantage into an advantage, transforming the depths into my domain.

'This is a game-changer,' the weight of the decision settling comfortably on my shoulders. Every corner and shadow now reveals itself, giving me complete control. The cave's dimness no longer daunts me—it simply sharpens the sense of power surging within me.

'Let's see what I can get down here now that I can actually see,' I think, a quiet excitement stirring within me. My enhanced vision brings everything into sharp focus, and the cave around me, once a realm of dark uncertainty, now feels alive with detail. 

The jagged rocks on the walls, the glimmer of algae along the edges, and the subtle water flow through the narrow passages are clear and distinct, almost like I've entered a new world. But just as I start to take in the unfamiliar beauty of this place, the water around me shifts, pulling with a sudden, unexpected force. 

A strong current rushes through the cave, not the soft, lazy flow I'm used to, but something urgent, something alive. My senses flare, instinctively alert. Something's not right. The usual currents move with a certain rhythm, a natural flow, but this? This feels like the water is actively being displaced.

 A subtle but unmistakable shift tugs at my awareness, telling me I'm not alone. I freeze, scanning the shadows ahead. There's a faint murkiness at the edges of my vision, but only when I look downward do I see it—a massive shape moving through the water below.

 At first, I mistake it for a distortion in the current, but as it draws closer, the creature's true form becomes clearer. It's enormous, its mass undulating like a serpent as it glides effortlessly through the water. Its shape is too defined to be just a current, its movement too deliberate, almost as if it's coming straight for me.

The water around me shifts again, the current growing stronger and more erratic as the creature closes in. I can feel the force of its approach—there's no mistaking that something this large could stir the water with such intensity.

What the hell is that? The thought hits me, a surge of adrenaline quickly replacing my earlier calm. My pulse quickens, and every muscle in my body tenses as I shift my focus, trying to assess the threat. Its body is enormous, sleek, and streamlined, capable of moving through the water with an unnatural grace. It's hard to tell how far away it is, but the distance closes fast.

A strange mix of awe and caution floods through me. I know I need to act fast, but a part of me is also waiting, hoping my instincts will give me the right answer. The currents shift again as it closes in, pushing me further into the cave's narrow opening. I brace myself, preparing for whatever's coming.

As the creature draws closer, I finally reveal its form in the murky depths. My enhanced vision sharpens the details, and what I thought was a massive, single creature soon reveals itself to be something far more unsettling: a school of fish, but not just any fish. 

They move together with a unified, almost predatory intent, their sharp, jagged bodies glistening like dark blades in the dim light. Their resemblance to piranhas is unmistakable—teeth bared, their sleek bodies rippling in a coordinated frenzy as they move in tight formation.

A cold shiver runs up my spine as I realize they're not just a random fish gathering. There's something off about them—something sinister. They swarm together in perfect harmony, the unnerving synchrony of their movements. 

And then, as they draw nearer, I see it: behind the mass of swarming fish, there's a skeletal form—large, ancient, and worn, the bones of some long-dead creature slowly being dragged along by the school's current. It's haunting, the bones stark and white against the backdrop of dark water, a macabre reminder of what could become of those who cross the path of this strange horde.

A chill runs down my spine, a primal instinct to flee coursing through me. These fish are no ordinary predators, and their relentless swarm, a terrifying display of nature's efficiency, tells me that I am not the first to have been hunted by them.

Without thinking, I push forward, my body surging through the water with practiced speed. My eyes flicker toward a narrow tunnel branching from the main cave—a possible escape. I don't wait to second-guess myself; I dart into the tunnel, the water rushing past me as I retreat from the school, hoping they won't follow.

I glance over my shoulder, my heart pounding, just in time to see the mass of fish rush past me, the school moving in perfect harmony as they continue their pursuit. Their sleek bodies cut through the water like a single, unbreakable force, each one no more than a blur of movement. The skeletal form they drag behind them seems almost like a trophy, a grim sign of their insatiable hunger.

As the school swarms through the open cave, I push myself harder, sliding into the tunnel's mouth just in time, my body blending with the shadows as I disappear into the narrow passage. For a moment, I feel a fleeting sense of relief—just out of reach, but I know better than to linger. 

'Okay, stay out of caves. I'll keep that in mind,' I mutter under my breath, the words tinged with frustration and dark amusement. The adrenaline from the close call with the swarm still buzzes in my veins, making my heart race faster than usual. As I push myself out of the narrow tunnel, the stifling darkness of the cave fades away, replaced by the vast, open water ahead. It feels like a breath of fresh air, even though I didn't spend that much time in the cave.

The shift in atmosphere is striking, as is the difference between the cave's heavy, claustrophobic feel and the liberating openness of the water. The cave's shadows, which seemed to close around me, lift as I swim into the bright, shimmering expanse. 

The sunlight filters through the water above, casting rays that dance and sparkle across the surface, a sharp contrast to the murkiness of the cave. The world feels bigger out here, limitless almost. I stop for a brief moment, taking a deep breath. 

The faint taste of saltwater lingers in the air, and I feel a slight tingle in my muscles from the close escape. 'Next time, no more caves,' I think with a mental sigh, remembering how those relentless fish had surged through the water. I don't plan on getting trapped in another situation like that—it's a risk I don't need to take again.

But I don't linger in the moment for long. The vastness of the open water calls to me. There's still so much to explore, and the world beyond the safety of these shadows is teeming with possibilities. After a brief moment of hesitation, I start swimming again. 

This time, my movements are deliberate, more calculated, as the rush of the chase still hums in my chest. That swarm had caught me off guard, but I won't be so careless next time.

'Okay, let's keep scouring through here and try to find more Larkieras so I can get that vertical pupil trait,' I think, a surge of determination flooding my mind. The current around me shifts with a sudden pull, urging me onward, and I let myself be swept along with it. 

Cool and swift, the water moves around me, carrying me deeper into the unknown. I can feel the strength of the current against my body, but it's a welcome force, almost like an ally that guides me through the open stretch ahead.

As I glide effortlessly, my senses remain honed, and I constantly scan the dark waters around me. Every flicker of movement, every ripple in the water, is a potential lead. I focus on the swirling shadows, watching for anything that might stand out—anything that might signal the presence of another Larkiera or something else worth pursuing. 

The thrill of the chase is a constant pulse in my chest. I push through the current, letting it take me further into unfamiliar territory. I don't know what lies ahead, but that's the excitement. The water around me is a living thing, an ever-changing whole and of mystery. 

Each new turn could be the one that leads me to a new discovery. With each new trait, I feel myself growing stronger and more capable. I'm ready to find whatever's out here, no matter what form it takes.

As the current pulls me deeper into the water, I feel time slipping away. The world around me blurs, ringing into a continuous flow of motion. The water pushes me effortlessly forward, and I let it guide me as I move, my focus locked on the task.

 Every flicker of movement in the distance, every subtle change in the water's flow, is an opportunity to grow stronger, adapt, and evolve. I begin to feast on anything I come across, my senses heightened with every new shape that drifts into my path. 

The current provides a steady stream of sustenance, each creature I encounter adding to the growing sense of power that's building within me. I tear through Larkieras, their bodies yielding to my jaws with practiced ease. Each bite is deliberate and efficient—my teeth ripping through their flesh as I devour every morsel. The taste of the Larkiera is fresh and rich, and it has the energy I crave. 

I feel their essence feeding into me, strengthening my form and fortifying my drive. The water around me seems to pulse with life, and as I move from one creature to the next, I can feel the changes within me. It's as though every new meal brings me closer to something more, something beyond what I was before. 

The creatures are barely a distraction; their movements are too slow and predictable for me to consider a challenge. I quickly move through the water, my hunger for sustenance and power. 

The sense of urgency isn't there anymore—now, it's about accumulating, gathering as much as I can. There's no rush; the current is carrying me, and with each Larkiera I consume, I know I'm gaining more than physical strength. I'm absorbing their traits and instincts, adding them to my own.

The hours slip by, unnoticed, as I continue my relentless feast. I watch the bodies of Larkieras drift past me, their once-sleek forms now just another part of the flow of the ocean. I feast, adapt, and grow; with every bite, I move one step closer to unlocking the next level of my potential.

[DNA Absorption]

Larkiera

Gained Trait:

Vertical Pupils: This trait alters the structure of the pupils, enhancing their functionality for improved vision and hunting efficiency. The pupils now adapt dynamically, sharpening depth perception to provide a clearer understanding of distances and spatial relationships.

The pupils are also optimized for low-light conditions, expanding and contracting with heightened sensitivity to ambient light. This enhancement allows for superior vision in dimly lit environments like the ocean's murky depths or shadowy cave systems.

[DNA Absorption]

Grabomoprh

Gained Trait:

Second Set of Eyes: This trait allows for the growth of a second set of eyes, positioned just behind the first pair, providing a broader vision field. The second set is seamlessly integrated into the skull, appearing almost like a natural extension of the first, but it serves a different purpose. 

Where the first pair focuses on whatever is directly ahead, the new eyes open up a broader peripheral range, granting the ability to see more of the surroundings at once without turning or shifting. This trait's essential advantage lies in its functionality. While the front pair focuses on immediate, detailed targets or threats directly in front, the second set scans the environment with a broader perspective.

[DNA Absorption]

Ruske

Gained Trait:

Omnivore: This trait alters the structure and function of the digestive System, enabling the creature to efficiently process both plant and animal matter without causing harm to its internal organs. The stomach transforms, developing specialized enzymatic processes and a more adaptable lining, allowing it to handle various foods. The stomach becomes more muscular and resilient, with a thicker, more flexible lining that prevents damage from the more abrasive plant matter or the more rigid, more fibrous parts of animals. 

This change significantly reduces the risk of internal injury from rough or difficult-to-digest foods. This rapid digestion doesn't come at the cost of nutritional loss. The trait increases the intestines' surface area and the digestive tract's overall absorption capacity. More nutrients are absorbed from the food, whether the sugars, fibers, and vitamins from plants or the proteins, fats, and minerals from animals.

[DNA Absorption]

Boomerang

Gained Trait: 

Serrated Teeth: This trait sharpens the teeth into serrated, saw-like edges, transforming them into an ideal tool for tearing through flesh and more arduous plant matter. The edges are finely jagged, each tooth resembling a blade with a series of sharp points and ridges that interlock with meat or plant material fibers. This serration allows for a more efficient cutting motion, allowing the creature to bite down and tear through the most rigid tissues with minimal effort.

The serrated teeth dig in deeply when the creature bites into flesh, effortlessly slicing through muscle and sinew. The ridged edges act like scissors, catching and pulling more of the material with each bite. This allows the creature to consume more significant amounts of food in one go, making hunting or scavenging more efficient. The teeth grip and hold the flesh more effectively, ensuring the bite isn't wasted, and more is pulled off with each motion.

The same effect applies to plant material. Tough, fibrous plants or thick, bark-like surfaces that would typically require significant effort to break down are no match for these teeth. The serrated edges saw through even the hardest plant matter, effortlessly pulling off pieces and making digestion quicker and more efficient. The teeth allow for a clean, powerful cut, enabling the creature to process more food in a shorter amount of time.

'Well, that was a good haul,' I think, a satisfied grin creeping into my thoughts as I feel the last traces of the burn on my gums finally ease away. It's the familiar, almost soothing sensation of progress—something new, something gained.

I pause momentarily, letting the current guide me while I scan the list of traits I've accumulated. The rush of change and growth still lingers in my mind, each new ability feeling like a step forward into unknown territory.

As I let my thoughts drift, I can't help but reflect on the world around me. 'This world... it's so much more alive than the game ever made it seem.' Everything was more static in the game—like I was just playing a part, running through a set script of events. But here, it's like I'm in the thick of it. 

There's more depth, more chaos, more life in everything. The water feels alive; every current movement and shift in the creatures' patterns speaks of a more extensive, intricate web. Every time I think I've seen it all, something new surprises me, telling me there's always more to learn.

And that's what drives me—the constant thrill of the unknown, the unpredictable beauty of it all. Each encounter adds a layer to my understanding, and each trait I gain is like another piece of the puzzle falling into place.

With the traits I've picked up so far, I'm starting to feel more connected to this world, like I'm no longer just a passive observer but an actual participant in the ebb and flow of life around me. My movements feel more natural, and my awareness is more acute. The world's dangers are more apparent, but so are its opportunities. I'm becoming more capable with each passing moment, more prepared for whatever comes next.

But as much as I've gained, I know there's still much to discover. And that thought sends a fresh wave of excitement through me. The current pulls me more, encouraging me to venture further into the unknown, uncovering whatever lies ahead.

'That should be everything here for now,' the weight of my recent hunts settling in my chest. The creatures I've encountered and the traits I've gained contribute to a sense of accomplishment, but there's still something nagging at the back of my mind. 'Still haven't come across a Leviathan, though.' The thought sticks with me, lingering in my mind, refusing to be ignored.

I pause, scanning the water around me, the currents flowing steadily, but there's a sensation in the air—or rather, in the water—that I can't shake. A subtle unease that coils in the pit of my stomach. Something feels off. 

My eyes flick around, catching every ripple in the water, every shift in the shadows. The feeling deepens, as though I'm being watched, observed from a distance. It's not just paranoia. It's instinct, something primal, buried deep within my senses. 'I know it's here. I can feel it.'

The pressure of the water around me seems to change, becoming thicker, almost heavier, as if the depths themselves are holding their breath. I can't see it, not yet, but the tension in the water is unmistakable. The world around me is waiting for something big to happen.

The Leviathan is here. Somewhere close. I'm sure of it.

I shake off the chill that runs down my spine, refusing to let fear take hold. 'Focus on the next step,' I remind myself. There's no use in looking over my shoulder. I can't let myself get distracted by what I haven't seen.

With a last lingering glance back at the dense kelp forest, I let the current guide me forward, feeling the water shift around me as I glide away from the comforting darkness of the kelp. The open water of the grassy plateaus stretches before me, vast and unbroken. The horizon seems endless, the gentle sway of the water beneath me soothing yet unsettling in its openness.

It's calm here, almost too calm. The vast expanse feels like a breath in suspense, like everything waiting for something to break the stillness. The tension is thick in the air, and I can't help but feel that I've stepped into a space where something—someone—is watching me, just beyond the reach of my senses.

But I keep moving, my body slicing through the water with purpose, knowing the next step might bring me closer to whatever's waiting in the unknown. I slow my movements, feeling the current against my skin as I turn back, glancing toward the kelp forest. The dense mass of green fronds sways gently in the water, its shadows deep and impenetrable. For a moment, all is quiet—too quiet, in fact. Then, just on the edge of my vision, something shifts.

At first, it seems like nothing more than another tendril of kelp drifting in the current. But as I focus, I see it—an unusual shape, something alive moving through the thick foliage. It's unlike anything I've encountered before.

A creature, its body composed almost entirely of kelp, the strands of its form flowing like tendrils, pulsing with life. The beast is a seamless blend of plant and animal, its body mimicking the appearance of the surrounding kelp but with a strange fluidity that sets it apart. Its shape shifts as it moves, almost like it's made of liquid, but with the unmistakable structure of something alive.

Then, its eyes—piercing and intelligent—lock onto mine. The intensity of its gaze sends a ripple of recognition through me. I don't know what it is, but I can feel the weight of its presence. There's a depth behind those eyes, something ancient and knowing. 

It studies me for a long, suspended moment as though weighing my worth or gauging my next move. The intelligence behind that gaze is undeniable, and I suddenly feel like I'm in the presence of something far older than anything I've encountered.

Before I can react, the creature shifts again, moving with uncanny fluidity as it retreats back into the kelp. It doesn't make a sound; it melts back into the thicket of green, its body blending perfectly with the surrounding vegetation. One moment, it's there, watching me, and the next, it's gone—vanished without a trace, as though it was never there.

I blink, scanning the dense kelp forest, but it's like the creature never existed. The water around me is calm once more, and I'm left with the eerie feeling that whatever that was, it's still watching me from the depths, its presence lingering in the water even though I can no longer see it. A shiver runs down my spine as I turn away, the moment weighing heavily on me.

'It was watching me the entire time.' The thought keeps circling in my mind, and a cold shiver creeps down my spine as I try to understand it. How long was it hidden among the shadows, silently observing my every move? 

Had it been tailing me from the moment I entered the kelp forest, or did it only start following when I slowed down, caught off guard by its presence? The more I think about it, the more my skin crawls. That thing—whatever it was—had been moving with me, staying just out of sight, always one step behind. 

The realization that something so intelligent and deliberate had been there the entire time sends a spike of unease through me. I'd noticed the silence, the way the forest felt still, but it never occurred to me that I might not be as alone as I thought. It had been watching, studying me, learning, and maybe even waiting for the right moment to make a move.

I shake my head, trying to push the thought away. There's no point in dwelling on it. Not now. Not when I'm out in the open again. I focus away from the dense, oppressive forest behind me toward the vast, open expanse ahead. The red grassy fields stretch out, an inviting sea of waving grass that feels both unfamiliar and oddly comforting.

The contrast is jarring—the freedom of space, its vastness, compared to the claustrophobic shadows I just left. I feel my senses returning to focus, and the open sky above me makes me feel less… trapped. Here, I can see everything—no shadows, no dark corners to hide in.

Out in the open, there's no room for surprises. No stealthy creatures slipping past unseen. I feel more in control as if the vastness of the fields is mine to command. Whatever that thing was, whatever it wanted, it's gone now. And here, in the vast, red fields, nothing can escape my sight. 'At least, that's what I keep telling myself.'

As my eyes sweep across the vast expanse of the red grassy plateaus, I take in the sweeping landscape, noting the endless stretch of tall, swaying grasses, the horizon barely visible in the distance. The scene is alive with motion, each ripple of the grass seemingly echoing the pulse of life that runs beneath the surface.

I spot movement among the grasses. The ground is alive with creatures, and I focus on one group. A large school of sand sharks, their sleek bodies cutting through the sand, their fins slicing through the earth like knives, emerges from the shifting terrain. 

Their long, slender bodies are perfectly designed for the sandy, shifting substrate. Their movements are smooth and almost serpentine as they glide beneath the surface, darting in and out of view. But then something catches my attention. A different kind of creature, cutting through the sand in a way that seems almost unnatural. They're like swordfish, but not quite. 

Their bodies are sleek and streamlined, and where you'd expect the long, pointed bill to extend forward, these creatures have a massive, curved blade-like appendage, sharp and deadly, angling downward like a scythe.

They move through the sand with terrifying speed, their scythe-like blades raking through the sand sharks easily. The sand sharks, in turn, seem to be trying to avoid the vicious sweep of the curved blades, but these predators' swift, precise movements keep them at bay. Every time a swordfish-scythe creature dives through the sand, it slices through the sand sharks with deadly grace, leaving a wake of disturbed sand behind them.

The sight is both mesmerizing and chilling—the way these scythe-like predators seem to effortlessly cut through the sand, their long blades moving in perfect sync with the natural flow of the terrain, leaving little chance for their prey to escape. It's a brutal, efficient dance of survival, and I can't help but watch in awe, feeling the weight of their hunting prowess.

'Alright, it's time to start the hunt,' I think, an electric thrill of excitement surging through my veins. The familiar rush of the chase settles into my muscles, heightening my senses. My eyes are locked on a lone sand shark, its sleek form gliding effortlessly just beneath the surface of the shifting sands. They move with fluid grace, unaware of my presence, making them perfect targets—the ideal prey.

Without hesitation, I dive into the water, my body slicing through it with practiced precision. My movements are swift and smooth, my instincts taking the lead as I close the distance between myself and the unsuspecting sand sharks. They don't see me coming; their attention is focused elsewhere.

I spot one drifting just a bit too close to the surface, its fin exposed to the open water. It's vulnerable, and I can feel my muscles coiling in anticipation. My focus sharpens as I push forward.

With a burst of raw power, I surge towards the Sand Shark, my jaws snapping shut around the exposed fin. 

The tough, ridged exoskeleton resists initially, but I don't hesitate. My teeth bite deep into it, and I feel the crunch as I tear through the tough material. The sand shark jerks violently, but I'm relentless, pulling its fin free from the ground and lifting the creature up, ripping through its armor swiftly.

The sharp, satisfying sound of a cracking exoskeleton fills the water as I dig deeper, feeling the resistance fade with each strike. My jaws snap through the spine with one clean, powerful motion, severing its vital connections.

The Sand Shark goes limp in my grip, and I immediately start to feast. I sink my teeth into its soft, tender flesh, the warmth of its blood mixing with the cold, salty water around me. The meat is tender, almost delicate, and I tear into it hungrily. Every bite brings a sense of satisfaction, an instinctual need that's both physical and primal.

The hunt is swift, efficient, and over before the creature ever had a chance. I swallow the last of it, feeling the weight of my success settle in. The kill has been made, and now, a new rush of energy surges through me.

[DNA Absorption]

Sand Shark

Choose One Possible Trait:

Forward Dorsal Fin: This trait enables the growth of a dorsal fin on top of the head, a natural adaptation that significantly enhances swimming speed and maneuverability. The fin helps with quick turns and bursts of speed, acting like a rudder or stabilizer, making navigating through tight spaces and open water faster and more controlled. Its structure is designed for speed and agile, sharp movements, making it easier to chase prey, escape danger, or change direction rapidly when needed.

Second Set of Teeth: This trait facilitates the growth of a second set of teeth positioned directly behind the primary set, enhancing the creature's ability to chew and break down food more efficiently. The second set of teeth is typically sharper and more suited to handling more rigid materials, such as dense exoskeletons or fibrous plant matter. 

This double-layered biting mechanism improves feeding efficiency and reduces processing time, ensuring nutrients are extracted more effectively. The second set of teeth is especially beneficial for creatures that encounter a variety of prey or need to process tough or difficult-to-digest materials.

N/A

'Definitely the second one,' I think, a small grin tugging at the edge of my mind. The first option doesn't seem all that bad at first glance, but I can already see the drawbacks piling up when I think about it. 

That dorsal fin on top of the head? It would just be ridiculous. I'd look like some kind of mutant, and I can already picture the bigger predators taking me for an easy target. It's not exactly the kind of attention I want. The second option—two rows of teeth—is the clear winner. 

It's practical and will be much more helpful in the long run.

I focus, mentally selecting it, and instantly feel the familiar sting that comes with new traits. This time, it's right behind the first set of teeth. 

The burn is sharp, hot, and uncomfortable but manageable. I grit my teeth against the sensation, letting it wash over me, and slowly, a new row of teeth begins to form, slotting neatly into place just behind the originals. The pain sharpens momentarily and then fades quickly, leaving behind a strange, almost metallic feeling in my jaw. 

I flex my mouth experimentally, moving it from side to side. The second row shifts with my motions, perfectly aligned and sharp as the first. These aren't some decorative teeth—they're made for tearing and grinding through tougher meat, easily cutting through anything in their path.

I flex my jaw again, running my tongue over the new set. The satisfaction of this new power is palpable, and I can't help but smile to myself. The best part? These teeth can be replaced as easily as the first set—no more worrying about breaking or losing a tooth in the middle of a hunt.

'This... this is definitely better,' I think, already imagining the kinds of prey I'll be able to tackle with this new advantage. No more struggling with tough hides or armored exoskeletons—everything will get much easier.

"Well, now that I know the other thing Sand Sharks would give me is useless, I guess I don't need to hunt them anymore," I think, the weight of decision lifting as I let out a small mental sigh. My gaze sweeps the sandy expanse below me, catching glimpses of more Sand Sharks lazily gliding through the sand. 

They're oblivious to my presence, their fins slicing through the grains like silent predators. For once, though, I don't feel the pull to chase them. Their purpose, for now, has been served, and I see no point in continuing the hunt.

I shift my attention upward, letting the vastness of the open water above me fill my vision. That's when I noticed them—reefbacks. A small herd moves gracefully through the water, their massive, imposing forms casting long shadows that dance across the sandy seabed below. 

Each moves with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Their colossal shells are adorned with patches of coral and plant life that sway gently with their motion. The sight is mesmerizing, and their sheer size dwarfs everything else around them. 

They seem almost otherworldly, like living islands drifting through the ocean. The light from above filters down, catching on the ridges of their shells and the glittering algae that clings to them, making them appear almost ethereal.

'Now, this might be interesting,' a curiosity ignited. These creatures are far from predatory, but there's a quiet strength to them, a resilience that intrigues me. I wonder what traits they might hold, what secrets they might carry within their towering forms.

"Though... I don't know if I'd want to kill one," I think, my eyes lingering on the herd of reefbacks as they slowly drift away, their hulking forms swaying gently with the currents. There's a tranquility to them, a rhythm that feels almost ancient, as though they've existed for eons, untouched by the world's chaos around them. 

They carry their massive, armored shells effortlessly, moving almost meditatively. They're not predators. They don't exude any sense of danger. Instead, they seem like peaceful sentinels of the deep, minding their existence. Hunting one feels almost wrong, like breaking an unspoken rule of this underwater world.

And yet, the idea doesn't leave me. 'It would be the first Leviathan I've ever killed.' The weight of that thought is heavier than I expected. It's not just about the kill—it's about crossing a threshold, claiming a victory against a creature so large, so significant. There's a hesitation there, a wariness I can't quite shake. Am I ready for something like that?

I shake my head, exhaling a plume of bubbles into the water. Not today. The reefbacks slowly fade from view, their immense silhouettes melting into the distant blue haze. The moment passes, leaving me grounded once again in the present.

I return to the plateau around me, scanning the water with a fresh focus. My gaze catches on a different target—the swordfish-like creatures darting through the red grass, their scythe-like blades slicing effortlessly through the water. 

They're sleek and fast, their movements a stark contrast to the lumbering grace of the reefbacks. 'Now these... these look like a challenge worth taking,' I think, feeling the excitement in my chest. My instincts sharpen, and my resolve hardens.

I surge forward, the water parting around me as I close the distance between myself and the swordfish-like creature. Its sleek body moves precisely, its blade-like snout cutting through the sand as it chases a fleeing Sand Shark. The predator's focus is absolute, its entire attention locked onto its quarry. 

It has no idea I'm here, silently stalking it in its moment of vulnerability. The Sand Shark twists sharply, kicking up a cloud of sand as it tries to escape. The creature pursuing it seems oblivious to the sudden shift in the water behind it—my presence blending seamlessly with the currents as I inch closer. 

I feel the rush of the hunt, the anticipation building as I position myself for the strike. With a burst of speed, I lunge forward. My jaws snap down onto the unsuspecting predator's side, the force of the attack sending a ripple through the water. 

The creature jerks violently, but I've already sunk my teeth deep into its flesh, the serrated edges cutting through its sleek exterior with ease. It thrashes, the sharp blade on its snout swinging wildly, but its movements grow weaker with every passing second. 

I deliver the final blow, my jaws tightening in a crushing grip that ends its struggle. The lifeless body of the creature hangs in my grasp, and I let it drift for a moment, savoring the thrill of the hunt. The Sand Shark, now freed from its pursuer, quickly darts away into the distance, disappearing into the safety of the red grasses.

Satisfied with my catch, I waste no time and begin to feast. The flesh of the swordfish-like creature is tough but rich, each bite a mix of effort and reward. The taste of fresh blood fills the water around me, and with every mouthful, I can feel my strength growing.

[DNA Absorption]

Scythefish

Choose One Possible Trait:

Heatable Boneblade Fins: This trait modifies the structure of the fins, transforming their ends into hardened, bone-like extensions. These bony tips are not just for show; they are designed to endure intense stress and wear, becoming incredibly durable and sharp. 

The bone tips can be heated to extreme temperatures through continuous friction generated by rapid movement, creating a unique and versatile natural weapon. This heat allows the fins to slice through flesh more effectively and even cauterize wounds mid-strike, adding an element of lethality and precision. 

Foldable Dorsal Fin: This trait enhances the hydrodynamic efficiency of the fins by allowing them to fold seamlessly against the body. When folded, the fins align closely with the body's contours, minimizing drag and creating a sleek, streamlined profile. This modification enables powerful bursts of speed, allowing for rapid forward propulsion when needed—whether for chasing prey, evading predators, or navigating challenging underwater environments.

The folding mechanism is both adaptive and precise, responding instinctively to changes in movement and speed. When retracted, the fins remain securely tucked away, reducing resistance to the surrounding water. When extended, they unfurl with a fluid, almost mechanical grace, ready to provide stability and maneuverability.

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"Why do I always end up with traits that are so hard to choose between?" I mutter in frustration, the thought echoing as I study the two options. Both hold undeniable appeal, each promising a distinct advantage that could redefine how I navigate this world. One promises sleek efficiency and speed, the other raw, untamed power.

My gaze flicks back and forth between the choices, the weight of the decision pressing heavily. I can feel the potential of each trait, but it's not just about what they can do—it's about what I need most right now. The indecision gnaws at me, each option vying for my attention like two sides of a coin, impossible to split.

Finally, my eyes settle on the heatable bone blade fins. There's something primal about the idea of weaponized fins, their tips able to ignite with friction, slashing through flesh and armor alike. The utility and adaptability feel natural evolution, a step toward becoming an apex predator.

'Yeah, this is the one,' I decide, a wave of certainty washing over me. The other trait is tempting—its streamlined promise of speed and reduced drag—but it's something I can circle back for. All I need is nine more, and I'll make it mine. This choice feels like the smarter move that could turn the tide in a hunt or defense.

With a deliberate mental click, I make my selection, bracing for the familiar burn of transformation. A spark of excitement flares within me. 'Let's see what these can do.' The thought fuels me as I imagine this new power's endless possibilities.

The transformation begins with the familiar, almost electric sensation coursing through my body, starting in the front of my pectoral fins and rippling down to my tail fin. It's a sharp, tingling heat as I feel the structure of my fins shifting. The once-flexible membranes now harden subtly, a faint rigidity reinforcing their edges.

I glance at them, catching the faint shimmer of their new form as they settle into place. The transformation is subtle yet striking; the edges of my fins are now sharper and more purposeful. They don't just look different; they feel different—stronger and more substantial, as though they're made for cutting through water and foes alike.

Curiosity pushes me to test them immediately. With a surge of energy, I propel myself forward, slicing through the water with newfound power. The drag that once slowed me feels almost nonexistent, replaced by a smooth, swift glide. As I move, friction builds along the reinforced edges of my fins, and that's when I notice it—a faint glow.

The soft orange light emanates from the edges, initially subtle but unmistakable against the blue-red expanse around me. It flickers like embers underwater, a promise of heat and destruction waiting to be unleashed.

I slow my pace slightly, marveling at the glow as I twist and turn, watching the faint orange trail ripple through the water. The heat is tangible yet contained, ready to be unleashed at my will. 'These are more than just fins now—they're weapons.'

My gaze drifts across the open water until it catches on something massive in the distance—a Leviathan. Its immense, sinuous body moves with an unhurried grace, each motion carrying an air of quiet dominance. The creature appears utterly unfazed by the world around it, as if it has nothing to fear in this vast expanse of ocean.

As I focus on its form, I can't help but notice its resemblance to a frilled shark. Its elongated body is lined with ridges, and a series of undulating fins ripple gently along its sides, giving it an almost prehistoric appearance. Its skin is a deep, muted gray, blending seamlessly into the shadows of the water around it, and its jagged, saw-like teeth glint faintly in the dim light.

I'm transfixed by its sheer presence, but then I notice something odd. The Leviathan's movements shift slightly as it turns in my direction. Its head angles towards me, and I expect to see piercing eyes locked onto me. Instead, I'm met with a startling revelation—it has no eyes.

The sockets where its eyes should be are smooth and featureless, covered by the same textured skin that coats the rest of its body. It's completely blind. The realization sends a wave of confusion through me. How does a creature of size and power navigate a world so reliant on sight? How does it hunt, avoid threats, or even know I'm here?

I hover in the water, overseeing it, racing to piece together the answers. Its movements are deliberate and purposeful, as though it doesn't need sight to command its surroundings. 

Something is unnerving about this blind Leviathan that seems to operate on an entirely different set of rules. It's a reminder that this world is full of creatures that defy logic and expectation.

Suddenly, the Leviathan shifts, its massive form surging forward with unexpected speed. For a moment, I'm frozen, watching in disbelief as it covers the distance between us in mere moments, its once slow and steady movements now replaced by an explosive burst of energy. 

It's as though the creature has suddenly become fully aware of me, its unseeing face still fixed in my direction, yet somehow, it knows exactly where I am. My heart skips a beat as the water around me churns violently with its rapid advance. 

The pressure of its movement sends ripples through the current, and I feel the shift in the surrounding water as the Leviathan closes in. Adrenaline surges through my veins, and my body reacts before I can even think. I twist sharply, muscles coiling and releasing as I throw myself into a powerful swim, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. But it's no use.

Despite my speed, despite the thrust of my body through the water, the Leviathan is right behind me. Its vast form slices through the current with terrifying precision, its undulating body propelling it forward like a shadow in pursuit. The dark water seems to part around it effortlessly, and no matter how fast I push myself, it's closing the gap.

Panic bubbles up in my chest, a cold sweat creeping along my spine as I realize how quickly it's catching up. I look back momentarily and see the Leviathan's enormous maw gaping open, rows of razor-sharp teeth catching the faint light as it follows with unrelenting purpose. The water around me seems to pulse with its power, and no matter how much I accelerate, I feel its presence gaining on me.

My mind races—what if I can't outrun it? What if I'm not fast enough? The realization that I might be hunted by a creature I can't outpace sends a shock of fear through me, but I push it down. I have to think, I tell myself, desperate to regain control.

I push myself harder, but the sound of water churning behind me is too close—too loud. I glance over my shoulder, my heart thundering in my chest, and my blood runs cold at the sight. The Leviathan is mere meters away, its gargantuan mouth open wide in anticipation, revealing something that chills me.

Inside its mouth, I see a second set of jaws hidden beneath the first. They're unlike anything I've ever seen—like a set of wheels, rows of spiked teeth arranged in a circular pattern, positioned on both the top and bottom of the mouth. 

They gleam dangerously, the sharp edges catching the faint light filtering down through the water. Seeing them sends a shiver of pure instinctual fear down my spine, and I realize then that this creature doesn't just eat—it grinds.

The Leviathan's enormous mouth hurtles toward me, and I barely have time to react. Its second mouth, designed for grinding and shredding, seems to snap into focus, and I feel the first bite of cold dread when I see it heading straight for my tail. 

The creature's speed is unnerving, closing in faster than I think. There's no way I'll be able to dodge this. I instinctively thrash, twisting my body and trying to push away, but its massive form is too close. 

The horrifying second set of jaws snaps open, the grinding teeth ready to tear into my tail, to rip through muscle and bone. The water around me seems to slow, and all I can think of is the vicious power of that second mouth and what it's capable of doing to me.

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{A/N Well, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and the little cliffhanger I gave, as well as me pretty much skipping through the rest of the kelp forest as It felt a little needed as I feel like I had him there for a bit too long and now into the beautiful area that is the grassy plateaus.

However, I will now just put the usual below. I hope you all have a good Christmas, Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa.

[Status]

Species: Boneshark

Abilities: Prey Detection, Toxin Resistance, Pupolsion, Ionized Fins

Personal Traits: Adaptive Evolutionary Trait Activation and Physiological Augmentations.

Species Traits: Electromagnetic Sensitivity, Pressure Detection, Exoskeletal Integrity, Muscle Density, and Energy Reserves.

Gained Traits: Sensory Fins, Pupolsion Tubes, Charged Fins, Regrowable Teeth, Barbed Dorsal Spines, Night Vision, Vertical Pupils, Second Set of Eyes, Omnivore, Serrated Teeth, Second Set of Teeth, and Heatable Boneblade Fins.