You step onto the rocky shoreline, where the briny air stings your nostrils, and the distant crash of waves blends with an unnatural hum in the atmosphere. Ahead, the wreckage of the Graywave’s Fortune looms, its shattered hull leaning precariously into the shallows. Twisted iron and splintered planks scatter the coastline, half-submerged in tide pools glowing faintly with unnatural energy. Every step forward brings a sense of unease as the ground shifts beneath your feet, loose rocks tumbling into dark crevices.