Dorian says as he and Sean flank me in their shifted wolf forms. Sean's is enhanced by my water magic to accommodate this underwater adventure—so we dive for the break in the once-dense coral reef that spanned the lesser bay entirely.
The water, once clear at the reef's depth of about seventy feet, is now cloudy, particularly near the dead and dying end where the river is emptying from who knows where upstream. Aghast, I slow my strokes, staring at the devastation around me. Below seventy feet, the reef has become a blanket of death. Only the uppermost portions are still alive, and even those are bleaching.
