An ancient call has awoken the deep ones. Queer other-wordly creatures are lurking in the darkest depths of the stygian waters, ready to serve their nameless master. Hordes of them... Swarms of them... Once again the lost souls sing their morbid melodies of indescribable madness for the glory of the Great Old One.

Behold poor souls, as Scylla, the blasphemous shade of a woman drowned in a sea of sins, the chief among the demonic servants, is back on the prowl...

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