The abyss swallowed them whole.
Rowena felt the crushing embrace of the outer area of the Forbidden Waters as she plummeted deeper, the dim glow of the crimson sky fading into complete darkness. The pressure wrapped around her like a tightening fist, the silence absolute.
She did not flinch.
Narissara glided effortlessly ahead of her, her eyes glowing faintly, cutting through the shadows like distant stars. Her long, flowing garments rippled, merging seamlessly with the ocean's endless void.
Rowena followed in sharp, precise movements, her raven hair billowing like spilled ink in the currents.
They descended further, the waters growing colder, darker. Then, without warning, the shadows moved.
A serpentine figure lunged from the gloom, a massive Wicked Leech, its elongated maw lined with rows of needle-like teeth. Its slimy black skin reflected no light, making it almost invisible until it was too late.
Narissara didn't falter.
