The tunnel opened into a cavern so vast that Galthor's shadow-sight couldn't find the far wall.
He stood at the entrance, letting his new senses sweep the space. Water. There was water here, an underground lake that stretched beyond his perception. The surface was perfectly still, black as oil, reflecting nothing.
And something lived beneath it, he could feel the presence that seems to be pressing against his own.
Galthor could feel the presence, ancient and immense, coiled in the depths. And it wasn't as corrupted as the other monsters he'd met, or at least, not entirely. There was something else to it, something that predated the Abyssal War.
His eyes narrowed. What rank of monster is that? He stepped forward, and the water responded.
Ripples spread from the shore, radiating outward despite the lack of any physical disturbance. The surface began to churn, bubbles rising from below. Something was coming up.
And then... it did come out.
