The water sat freezing and pitch-black thirteen miles beneath the surface of the Black Pool. Nothing lived at this depth by accident. The lesser predators avoided it entirely, sensing, in whatever passed for instinct down here, that some things were better left undisturbed.
Today the water tasted of raw mana.
A violet-gold pulse rolled down through the aquatic trenches, radiating from the cavern high above. The signature of the Corrupted Core, burning bright and loud enough to reach places light had never touched.
Three pairs of bioluminescent yellow eyes opened in the abyssal dark.
