Their footsteps echoed strangely in the submerged corridors, at times their voices seemed to answer themselves, bouncing back warped. Shadows shifted and not always matching their movements.
The first guardians appeared without warning. It was a mermen, or what once they had been. Their scales were dulled, fins tattered and eyes clouded white.
Coral had fused into their flesh. Their tridents glowed with an unnatural light. "They're corrupted," Meeka whispered.
"They're in our way," Becca snapped back as she readied to swing her blade.
The fight was harsh, the strikes landed with little resistance. Becca cleaved through a trident's shaft as Xior's claw tore through scaled flesh.
The guardians fell down, their bones cracked and they dissolved into black foam.
The corridors shifted as they pressed on, the walls slid silently as openings closed behind them and stairways bent in directions that defied logic.
