The water was deep and pitch black. The deep was dark and full of terrors.
From what he saw with his shadow perception, the waters below teemed with monstrous life. Aquatic abominations stirred restlessly—some resembled massive ground crawlers, others were indescribable horrors that looked as if they had slithered straight out from the fevered nightmare of a mad god.
The deeper he sent his shadow perception, the more overwhelming their presence became.
Their auras grew more potent, more ancient, more alien. The water was deceptively calm, hiding its impossible depth like a grave hiding secrets. Below, ruins sprawled in the deep like a drowned city— statues, shattered temples, and fractured towers signs of a sunken mausoleum, a long-forgotten part of Lysithara that now belonged to the abyss.
