In the peace and the unrest that is the sea lies the king to whom all seven waters kneel before. Hwael, an Elden Leviathan, stands before the ebb and flow of time. With fabled power the scale of a nation, he is but a gentle giant.

Each sliver of light piercing through his scars beacons the weary and comforts the weak. Remoraids would gather around him, kissing the glow that guided them to safety. A crowned fort, they call him.

But on the surface, he is but a husk of his prime, an echo of the glory that whales sang in tales. Little by little, the tides are changing, and the world with them. But he rises still, firm in his ways, for his name, alone, shall tremble even the calmests of seas.