Finally Stepping Foot On The Island

The gargantuan Angler Fish loomed in the darkness, its grotesque body almost blending into the surrounding abyss. Only the ethereal glow of its bioluminescent lure stood out—a beacon of hypnotic, psychic energy that seemed to pulse in time with Arthur's heartbeat. The lure danced, twisting and turning in a mesmerizing, otherworldly pattern, trying to wrap itself around his mind and lull him into a trance. The cold, unfeeling stare of the fish's eyes seemed to pierce into his soul, its maw opening slightly, revealing rows of jagged, needle-like teeth that promised a swift and agonizing end.