A lone figure stands on reflective water, facing a colossal storm creature with glowing eyes and serpentine tentacles amidst lightning.

But just as she was about to reach the shore, something in the sky stopped her cold—a sudden, unnerving shift in the lightning. No longer bright and jagged, it had darkened—twisting through the sky like a serpent, coiling and uncoiling in an eerie, unnatural pattern. The head of an ancient beast emerging from the clouds. The bolts no longer flashed as they should have; instead, they slithered, their grotesque movements sending an icy chill down Naomi’s spine, as if the storm itself had come to life. See more