Seawater burst in a jagged column, catastrophic waves roiling outwards into tsunamis that rushed toward the shore with a deafening rumble.
Bloodied face and breathing laboriously, Adam's lips quivered inside the pit. A colossal life force, more than what he had ever felt in a being, burned like an eternal brazier in his perception. Powerlessness clawed at his heart, dread making his every hair bristle over his creeping skin.
If he could, he didn't want to see what it was. But he had to.
He strained his battered body into sitting, breath catching in his throat as he saw a head that engulfed half the blessed in its shadow emerge. Rugged horns and serrated fins ending in flailing, mucus-slick tentacles crowned its skull in a nightmare of bioluminescent scars. Its mouth, the very image of aberration, seared into his mind like a brand.
