Deep beneath the sea, darkness reigned.
A ghost ship, covered with seaweed and barnacles, navigated the ocean floor, crushing sand and gravel beneath it, leaving behind a large swath of murky flow.
Phantoms roamed across the ship, their pale light illuminating everything nearby.
Amberser stood on the deck, admiring the rare beauty of the seabed.
After so many years, Amberser entered the depths of the sea for the first time; indeed, one lives and learns, never knowing that death as an undead could afford one such vistas.
However, at this moment, Amberser had reverted to his own skeletal body, feeling quite pleasant as the seawater flowed through the gaps in his bones, even though this skeletal form was rather weak.
Mithril was durable, but the magipuppet automatons crafted from it were not waterproof.
The salt in the sea water would corrode the surface of the parts, and pitted gears could be a deadly flaw for machinery.
