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Chapter 4 The hunter in the dark

  The abyss is vast, endless.

  It does not care if I live or die.

  The currents shift. The deep moves. Creatures hunt. Creatures hide.

  I listen. I feel. I move.

  This is how I survive.

  But something lingers in the back of my mind. Something I don’t understand yet.

  I have sensed it before. A presence. A whisper.

  Not an enemy.

  Not a guide.

  Something else.

  Something watching.

  ---

  I drift just above the seafloor, keeping my movements slow, effortless. I no longer waste energy. Wasted energy is wasted survival.

  The hunger has returned. It always does.

  I hunt when I must.

  A faint pulse reaches me. Small. Erratic.

  Prey.

  I glide toward it, silent. A fish. Thin, pale, twitching as it feeds.

  It does not sense me.

  I tense.

  Then—

  A pulse in my mind.

  [ Status Identified. ]

  I freeze.

  A flicker of something unfamiliar enters my vision. Words, symbols—things I shouldn’t be able to see.

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  ? Pale Sandfish

  ? Species: Deep-Sea Forager

  ? Health: 92%

  ? Condition: Unaware

  I don’t understand.

  What… is this?

  My body does not move, but my mind races. The words are not real. They do not exist in the water, in the dark.

  But I see them.

  They tell me something I should not know.

  They tell me this fish is weak.

  A prey animal. Something easy to kill.

  I exhale slowly.

  I do not know why this is happening.

  But I do not question it.

  I use it.

  I strike.

  My jaws clamp down, and this time, I do not let go.

  The fish thrashes, but my grip is firm. I bite harder, tearing into soft flesh. The struggles slow.

  Then, they stop.

  I swallow.

  Warmth spreads through me.

  A familiar sensation.

  But now, something new appears in my vision.

  [ Prey Consumed: Pale Sandfish ]

  [ +0.2 Adaptation Progress ]

  A flicker of recognition settles in my mind.

  I understand now.

  This… is my status.

  Not something I earned. Not something given to me.

  Something I’ve always had.

  I just never noticed it before.

  And now, I can see.

  ---

  The currents shift.

  A faint change. A disturbance in the water.

  I feel it before I see it.

  A slow, heavy pulse. Not prey.

  [ Status Identified. ]

  ? Unidentified Creature

  ? Species: Unknown

  ? Health: ???

  ? Condition: Stalking

  I freeze.

  It is hunting.

  But it is not attacking.

  It is watching.

  I press myself against the seafloor, still as the rock around me.

  I do not move.

  The predator drifts closer.

  It does not rush.

  It waits.

  Another flicker.

  [ Status Updated. ]

  ? Condition: Searching…

  I remain motionless.

  The seconds stretch.

  Then, it moves away.

  The words flicker out of existence. The water is still again.

  I do not chase it.

  Because I know the truth.

  It wasn’t hunting me this time.

  But one day, it will be.

  And I need to be ready.

  ---

  A jagged cliff rises ahead, breaking the smooth, endless terrain of the abyss. A good place to hide.

  I drift toward it.

  Then, I sense movement.

  Something small.

  Weak.

  A squid.

  Not fully grown. Still developing.

  It twitches slightly, its bioluminescent spots pulsing faintly.

  [ Status Identified. ]

  ? Juvenile Abyssal Squid

  ? Species: Deep-Sea Cephalopod

  ? Health: 64%

  ? Condition: Unaware

  I move closer.

  This time, I study it first.

  I see weakness.

  It is wounded—perhaps from another predator, perhaps from a failed hunt of its own.

  I won’t fail.

  I strike.

  The squid reacts instantly.

  A burst of ink floods the water.

  I thrash, blinded for a moment.

  A mistake?

  No.

  I do not let go.

  I bite harder.

  The squid spasms, its tentacles tightening around me. Its health flickers.

  [ Health: 41%… 26%… 10%… ]

  Then, it stops.

  [ Prey Consumed: Juvenile Abyssal Squid ]

  [ +0.3 Adaptation Progress ]

  I exhale.

  The ink clears.

  I move again.

  This was a test.

  And I passed.

  ---

  Then, I feel it.

  A shift in the water.

  A disturbance.

  Something is behind me.

  Fast.

  Too fast.

  A sudden force slams into my side.

  I spin, disoriented. A sharp pain shoots through my tail.

  I thrash, pushing away, but it’s already coming again.

  I see it now.

  [ Status Identified. ]

  ? Shadowjaw Eel

  ? Species: Deep-Sea Predator

  ? Health: 97%

  ? Condition: Hunting

  I recognize this predator.

  It has been following me.

  Waiting.

  It does not hesitate.

  It lunges.

  I twist, barely dodging as its teeth snap shut inches from me.

  I can’t outswim it.

  I need to think.

  I see something ahead—a narrow crack in the rock.

  I dive toward it.

  The Shadowjaw lunges again, but I twist, slipping inside.

  It slams into the rock.

  The impact shakes the water. The Shadowjaw recoils, stunned.

  [ Condition: Dazed ]

  It tries to follow, but it’s too big.

  The crack is too narrow.

  It thr

  ashes, jaws snapping at the entrance.

  I stay deep inside, heart pounding.

  Seconds pass.

  Then, with a final flick of its tail, the Shadowjaw disappears into the abyss.

  I exhale slowly.

  I survived.

  But I know one thing.

  This is not over.

  It will come back.

  And next time, I won’t be able to run.

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