"O' Drowned God... Let the deep open its unseen mouth. Let the quiet weight gather, patient and cold..."
With each completed sentence of the chant spoken, the mana surrounding the Drowned King became erratic and energetic.
"Let all things falter. Let all things fall. Let the world feel the pull of the darkest floor, where light does not return..."
The ambient mana surrounding the Drowned King rushed to him, wrapping around his body as though he were its one true love.
They then wrapped around his harpoon in spirals, creating rings.
One ring.
Two rings.
And eventually... Three rings...
Each ring brighter and wider than the last.
"Through this harpoon... Let all things be taken into your drowning embrace..."
With the last bit of his chant finished, the mana gathered within his body exploded out as though it had finally broken through its seal.
And with their freedom came the appearance of illusory black water that seeped out from the grand around the Drowned King.
