I never got a good look at it. It was a graceful malevolent shape, seperating itself from the depths to end us. I stabbed about wildly, but if I struck home I didn't know it. Creatures that live tlin the deepest of darks always strike me as ancient. Gliding up from, not just a physical darkness, but the dark of ages past. They know not what goes on upon the surface, and they don't care to. They are monsters of tremendous age, of a world fundamentally different from ours.
It was only by the grace of Aria, and whatever power her god grants her, that we were able to lift ourselves out of the water and run for the shore. I've no interest in tempting that beast again.
This cider is a terrible leviathan, and the sweetness of escape.
Reviewed on 18 Jun 2024
