For generations, the fishermen of South Harbor have spoken of something that moves beneath the reefs beyond Lankuron Bay. Most dismiss the tales as dockside superstition—stories exaggerated over too much rum and too many long nights at sea.

But every so often...

A boat doesn't come home.

A reef is stained red.

And the old sailors fall strangely silent.

Now another vessel has drifted into harbor, shattered by something no ordinary beast could have done. The docks buzz with fearful whispers, seasoned captains quietly sharpen forgotten harpoons, and somewhere beyond the horizon an ancient predator has begun to hunt once more.

Some legends are buried beneath the waves.

Others are waiting just below the surface.

The Hunt for Red Maw begins soon.