Reginald PoV
I smirked as I looked back at Amelia and her friends as I held the sphere that was the sea bull in my hand. This seed was still too immature to be used. That was a shame, but not an entire loss. A good opportunity to test their strength.
The sphere writhed in my grasp, a small, dark star pulsating with life of its own. It was a fragment of the Abyss, a piece of the endless dark that I called home.
