The Drowned City of King Morvaen

The sea has reclaimed this city, and you wade through streets where kings once walked. Rooftops break the water like teeth, briny sediment coats the facades, and fish drift like ghosts through broken windows. In the half-flooded throne room a crowned skeleton still sits, its empty eye sockets following you.

This city did not drown in a storm. King Morvaen once struck a pact with the deep to save his realm, and the sea claimed his city as its price, with every soul in it. Now he rules a court of the drowned, and every living thing that enters his throne room is an insult: breath here is the most precious, and forbidden, relic.

You navigate flooded palaces and sunken plazas, where the air in your lungs ticks away and the king sends his undead guard after you. You unravel how the city fell, seek the key to the pact, and hold off the sea-beasts that lair in the ruins while every breath counts.

In the throne room you confront the Drowned King himself, crowned and furious, who sold his city to the deep and means to snuff out your breath and add you to his court. Break his pact and the city may rest at last and the souls go free; fail, and the sea takes your breath too, and his court of the drowned swells with four new subjects.