The descent seemed endless, the only source of light being the faint glow emanating from the hands that dragged him down.
Stark could feel a sense of unease creeping into his mind, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the hands released him, and he found himself standing on solid ground once more.
Before him lay a vast expanse of darkness and mist, broken only by the shimmering reflection of the moon on the surface of the water.
The air was heavy with a sense of foreboding, and Stark could feel a chill run down his spine as he took a few steps forward, absolutely no hesitation in what he was doing.
Much like when he fought the [Black Water Devourer], this Boss Area's ground was completely made out of that black water with faces on it, stretching for what seemed endless.
