The Shattered Seas

A narrow, gravel-strewn inlet pressed between jagged rocks, Azure Fang Beach is less a place of rest and more a gauntlet for the desperate or determined. Sharp stones litter the shore, slick with salt and sea moss, and the constant roar of the surf drowns all but the closest voices. Drag marks in the gravel hint at hasty landings—or hasty retreats. High above, the ruined lighthouse looms like a watchful eye, barely visible through the mist. Sea wyverns occasionally circle overhead, their shadows gliding across the water like silent predators. Nesting grounds dot the cliffside beyond the beach, and at low tide, strange, cracked eggshells can sometimes be found among the rocks—along with bones that don’t always look entirely human. Few choose this landing unless they’re seeking something hidden, forbidden, or lost. Even fewer return.

The beach is narrow and gravel-strewn, with sharp stones and slick surfaces. The ruined lighthouse stands high above, partially obscured by mist, while the shadows of circling sea wyverns glide ominously over the water.