In the heart of her watery domain, Seraphina was deep in meditation, communing with the oceans of her realm. But even in the stillness of the water, she felt the tremors of something old, something forgotten, rising from the depths.

She opened her eyes as a figure materialized from the waves. It was an old, weathered god, long forgotten by time. His form was made of swirling water, but his eyes were filled with an ancient wisdom.

"Seraphina, the tides are changing. The waters whisper of the return of the Primordials, the first beings of the cosmos. They are awakening from their slumber, and their hunger for power is insatiable."

Seraphina stood, her calm exterior hiding the fear that gripped her heart. "The Primordials... I thought they were myths."

"They were never myths," the old god said, his voice like the crashing of waves. "They were merely waiting. And now, with the balance disrupted, they see their chance to reclaim what they believe is theirs."

Seraphina clenched her fists. "We won't let them."