DARKTIDE

Long before he became the ruler of the Evil Sea Realm, the creature now feared as the Sea Lord was a mortal man.

He was once a celebrated naval captain—a brilliant navigator, warrior and commander trusted by kings, queens, emperors and rulers of the great mainland kingdoms. His name has been erased from history. But the oceans remember him.

For generations, sailors whispered of a treasure hidden somewhere beyond the known seas. It was said to have once belonged to Poseidon, ancient ruler of the oceans. This was no ordinary treasure of gold and jewels. Hidden within it were relics carrying a fragment of the god's own power.

Whoever possessed the treasure would gain command over the seas. Storms would answer his call. Tides would bend before him. Creatures of the ocean would obey him. And most tempting of all… he would receive the immortality of the gods.

Kingdoms searched for it. Armies vanished looking for it. Entire fleets disappeared beneath the waves. Eventually, the rulers of the mainland assembled their finest expedition. At its head they placed their most trusted captain—the man who would one day become the Sea Lord.

The captain did not undertake the voyage alone. At his side were four extraordinary companions—commanders who had fought beside him through wars, storms, mutinies and impossible voyages.

They were more than officers. They were his brothers in arms. His generals. Together, the five men commanded one of the greatest expeditions ever sent across the ocean.

Their mission was simple: Find Poseidon's treasure. Bring its power back to the mainland. And allow the rulers who sent them to control the seas forever.

But there was one thing their kings had failed to tell them. The treasure was cursed.

For months, the expedition travelled beyond all known charts. They crossed waters where compasses stopped working. They sailed beneath skies where the stars disappeared. They encountered abandoned ships drifting without crews.

Sailors began hearing voices beneath the water. Others claimed to see enormous shadows following the fleet.

Then came the storm. Not a natural storm. A storm that seemed alive. Waves rose like mountains. Lightning struck from a black sky. Ships were torn apart one after another. Yet the captain refused to turn back.

At last, beneath the center of the storm, they discovered it: an ancient temple swallowed by the ocean. The forgotten sanctuary of Poseidon. And inside… the treasure.

The captain entered the temple with his four companions. At its center stood the relic they had crossed the world to find. The moment the captain touched it, the ocean became silent. For one brief moment, he believed they had succeeded.

Then the curse awakened. The power of Poseidon entered him. His blood became bound to the ocean. The storms answered his thoughts. The tides moved at his command. The creatures of the deep recognized him as their master. And death could no longer claim him.

The captain had received exactly what the legends promised: the powers of Poseidon and the immortality of the gods.

But immortality came with a price. He would never again belong to the world of the living.

The temple collapsed. The ocean swallowed the expedition. Ships disappeared beneath the waves. Hundreds of sailors drowned. The captain and his four companions were dragged into an abyss deeper than any place known to mankind.

But they did not die. The curse changed them. The captain emerged transformed into something greater—and more terrible—than any mortal ruler. His four companions were transformed beside him. Their human forms became fused with the creatures and forces of the abyss.

They became the first and greatest generals of his new kingdom: Razorfin Reaver. The Manta Wraith. The Moray Eel Warlock. Abyssal Claw.

The men who had once commanded ships now commanded monsters. And their captain became… THE SEA LORD.

The curse gave the Sea Lord immortality. But it imprisoned him beneath the ocean. He and his companions became trapped within a supernatural underwater world known as the Abyssal Realm.

There, centuries passed differently. Shipwrecks sank into their kingdom. Drowned sailors awakened again. Skeleton crews rose from forgotten vessels. Creatures of the deep twisted into monstrous new forms. Lost souls became servants. Ancient beasts answered the Sea Lord's call.

Among them was the greatest creature of all: The Kraken. The colossal beast became the Sea Lord's personal monster, guardian and symbol of his authority.

Slowly, the Abyssal Realm became an empire. The Sea Lord ruled it from beneath the ocean. His four generals commanded his armies. The Kraken guarded its borders. And countless drowned souls and corrupted creatures became his subjects.

But the Sea Lord never forgot why he had entered the cursed temple. He remembered the kings. The rulers. The powerful men who had sent him across the ocean in search of Poseidon's treasure.

They wanted its power. They wanted its immortality. But they sent him to face the curse. The Sea Lord came to believe that he and his companions had been sacrificed.

The rulers remained safely on land. They grew old. Their kingdoms prospered. Their descendants inherited palaces, wealth and power. While the captain and his companions were condemned to an eternity beneath the sea.

Centuries of isolation transformed his anger into hatred. Hatred became vengeance. And vengeance became the purpose of his immortality. The Sea Lord no longer wished to return to mankind. He wished to punish it.

Yet even with the power of Poseidon, the curse prevents the Sea Lord from freely entering the world of the living. For almost one hundred years at a time, he remains imprisoned within the Abyssal Realm. Waiting. Watching. Building his army.

Then, once every century, the boundary between the world of the living and the world beneath the ocean weakens. It happens on one night: Halloween Night.

For several hours, the curse loosens its grip. The dead can walk. The drowned can return. The creatures of the abyss can cross onto land. And the Sea Lord can once again feel the air of the mortal world.

When the century tide arrives, the ocean begins to change. The water grows unnaturally dark. Fog rolls inland. Shipwrecks appear along the shore. Ancient bells can be heard beneath the waves. Drowned sailors awaken. Creatures emerge from the darkness.

The Kraken rises first. Its appearance marks the opening of the gateway between the Abyssal Realm and the world of the living.

Then come the armies. The minions. The drowned. The monsters. And finally… the four generals. They prepare the way for their master. And when the final tide rises… the Sea Lord returns.

The Sea Lord does not return merely to frighten mankind. He returns as a conqueror. For one Halloween night, he considers every sea and ocean his kingdom. Every coastline becomes part of his realm. Every ship belongs to him. Every drowned soul becomes his subject.

And every living person walking through his territory has entered the domain of an immortal god-king seeking revenge against the world that condemned him. He believes mankind has enjoyed the surface world long enough.

One day, he intends to break the curse completely. One day, the Abyssal Realm will not disappear when Halloween ends. One day… the tide will never retreat.

The greatest source of the Sea Lord's fury is not his own fate. It is the fate of his companions. They followed him because they trusted him. They survived wars together. They crossed the forbidden ocean together. And because of his decision to claim Poseidon's treasure, they were cursed alongside him.

For centuries, the Sea Lord has carried that guilt. The four generals remain absolutely loyal to him because no one else understands their fate.

They are not merely servants. They are the last surviving fragments of his mortal life. They are his eternal companions. His brothers. His generals. His curse. And his family.

This is why anyone who threatens one of the four generals faces the full wrath of the Sea Lord.

The Sea Lord believes:

The kings sent us to die.
The gods refused to let us die.
The ocean gave us another kingdom.
Now the world above will pay the price.

According to the oldest sailors' legend:

When the hundredth year reaches its final tide,
the drowned king will rise again.

His beast shall open the gate.
His four shall command the dead.
The ocean shall enter the world of men.

And before the final bell of Halloween,
the living shall hear the Sea Lord call their names.

For tonight… the hundred years are over. The Kraken has awakened. The four generals have returned. The drowned army is rising. And somewhere beneath the darkness… the Sea Lord is coming.