Leviathan's Sepulcher

Rising from the black torrent like the knuckles of some gargantuan god, the rocks stand jagged in the spray. Be it the segmented body of a serpentine stone demon or the fingers of a drowned creator, the serrated crags cut a unique horizon line in an unfriendly bay. Though if one is able to make out the carving pathway between the roaring waves, a surprisingly lavish land is within its wake.