Beneath the earth, in a cavern as ancient as time itself, there lay a sight most unsettling. The cavern was illuminated only by the eerie, viscous glow of the behemoth that resided within—akin to the color of coagulated blood under moonlight. This creature, a seventh-order exotic Shark Queen in its chrysalis stage, maneuvered its colossal form through the depths of the cave with a grace that belied its size. Its length spanned over two hundred meters, and its girth exceeded thirty, making it a leviathan among its kind.
Scattered around this giant were eggs, each as large as a man named Tucker, who observed the scene with a mixture of awe and calculation. Hovering above the Shark Queen was a flock of Seles crows, their feathers ablaze with ethereal flames. These flames seemed to engulf the queen, a spectacle that would have struck terror into the hearts of lesser beings.