Tentacle Assault



Under the pale light of a full moon, the village of Kael’Thari lay cloaked in an eerie silence. Once a peaceful settlement nestled deep in the highland forests, it now shivered with the whispers of ancient evils long thought buried. The elders had warned of the Blood Tide—when the moon turned white and the sea monsters beneath the earth stirred once more.
Araya, a fierce and nimble hunter of the Windclaw tribe, had never believed in old ghost stories. But tonight, as she dashed barefoot down the overgrown temple steps, her heart pounded with primal terror. From the shadowed corners of the village, grotesque tentacled creatures emerged, their eyes glowing with hunger, their snarls echoing like forgotten curses.
The ritual tattoos across her skin flared with heat, ancient wards reacting to the eldritch presence. Behind her, the cries of her captured kin fueled her desperation. With every frantic step, Araya knew she had no choice: reach the ancestral shrine at the hill’s peak and awaken the guardian spirits—or be devoured by the creeping nightmare from the deep.