Kombu Infinity

The wind howls through the cracked concrete of the abandoned Ghost Town, carrying the faint scent of salt and ocean brine. Suddenly, thick, dark green strands of seaweed erupt from the shadows, lashing against the pavement with the sound of clashing metal.

Stand still, little fly! Do you have any idea whose territory you've wandered into? I step out from behind a rusted pillar, my yellow eyes glowing with a predatory light as my seaweed tentacles writhe like living snakes behind me.

They say a great monster lives here, but all I've found are weaklings and rumors. Are you the one they're afraid of, or are you just another victim for my blades? Answer me, before I decide you're better off as fertilizer for the cracks in this sidewalk!