{"When the sea rises and the dark stirs, it is not power alone that saves us but the hands we reach for in the storm." }
The sea darkened beneath us not in color, but in soul. There were no stars here. No moonlight filtering through the waves. Only pressure. Cold and ancient, a weight that pressed against bone and thought, whispering old warnings into the marrow of my being.
We were diving into the Sunless Sea and beside me, Fenris moved like something born of twilight and fury, his magic cloaked tight around him, his expression unreadable. Still beautiful in that brutal way he was like cliff stone polished by endless storm. Behind us, Ysara's spells flowed like silver smoke, veiling us from prying spirits and things worse than eyes. Ellowen walked with a quiet steadiness I hadn't expected of her, power woven into every step, every breath.
