When three mysterious purple moons appear in the sky, the tides shift, the seas roar, and the world begins to unravel. Arya, a brilliant marine biologist, finds herself at the center of an unfolding apocalypse after encountering a strange, otherworl...
The roar of the ocean snapped Arya out of her daze. The tide was coming back with terrifying speed, crashing against the exposed seabed and swallowing it whole.
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Farther down the shore, panicked screams pierced the air. A family of villagers was struggling to flee the rising water, their cries barely audible over the chaos. Two fishermen clung desperately to a piece of driftwood, battered by the relentless waves.
Arya didn't think. She grabbed her flare gun and fired into the sky. The red light streaked through the crimson clouds, a desperate beacon. "Get to the cliffs!" she shouted, her voice raw with urgency
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She waded into the freezing water, her body trembling with effort. An older fisherman was trapped beneath a fallen wooden beam, the tide rising dangerously around him. Arya grit her teeth and heaved, the beam shifting just enough for the man to free his leg.
"Link arms!" she yelled to the survivors. "We move together!"
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The group formed a chain, their steps slow and deliberate as they fought the raging current. Arya led them toward the cliffs, her muscles screaming with every step. Behind them, the ocean seemed alive, the waves crashing with unnatural fury.
