Above the glassy surface of Azure Veil Lake, a few members training nearby began to notice something odd — a swirl of silver scales, a flurry of bubbles, and the unmistakable restless ripple that only the Mistfin Swimmers could create when they gathered in force.
"Hey, what's going on over there?" One member asked, shading his eyes with a hand.
Another squinted at the churning patch of water, frowning, "Why are so many Mistfin Swimmers packed together? Who in their right mind would attract that mess?"
Everyone on the first floor knew the Mistfin Swimmers well enough — individually, they were harmless, even weak. But they were persistent pests in numbers, and no sane member wanted to test their patience underwater. Most would simply drift away rather than deal with the hassle.
Yet here, in the misty calm of the lake, someone was doing the exact opposite — inviting them.
