The Abyss-Sea's dark green waves relentlessly crashed against the black reefs, their force seemingly bent on shattering the stone.
Beyond the battle of water and rock lay a vast and desolate island, twice the size of Hope Island.
A girl in white stood barefoot atop the highest point, her eyes glowing with cruciform light as she gazed into the unfathomable blackness of the coastline's depths, as though awaiting something.
She remained unmoving for two decades, as if awaiting some destined moment.
At last, when the sea turned pitch black and a faint sliver of dawn appeared on the Abyss-Sea's horizon, she moved. She lifted a conch inscribed with swirling scarlet lines and brought it to her lips.
The conch's low, trembling call reverberated for a hundred nautical miles around the island, sending every intelligent being fleeing in terror.
