The runes below us blazed with a light so all-consuming that I couldn't even hope to see through it. Then the glow faded, and though it hadn't felt like we had moved at all, it was clear that we had.
The blue sky that I had become used to in Prespian city over the past couple of days was gone, replaced by the gunmetal grey of a closed-in ceiling. Now I was enclosed inside something that looked a whole lot like a spaceship, which in all honesty was probably exactly what it was, repurposed for life down on the ocean floor.
We were inside what looked like some sort of cargo bay, surrounded by large heavy metal boxes that blocked off all the major sightlines. Nevertheless, even with those lines of sight blocked off, the alarm had started to sound before I had even realised it. I didn't know whether it was a motion sensor or some sort of alarm based around manna signatures. All that mattered was the fact that Clan Pren knew we were here.
