Ethan stared at the opening.
This can't be a normal entrance, he thought. The Bottle shaped Isle was enormous—stretching from the ocean's surface down nearly nine thousand meters. If he could somehow haul the entire thing up, it might even tower over Mount Everest.
He ran his hands along the rocky surface, tracing every groove and ridge, searching for any hidden mechanism or sign of life. After a long while, he found nothing. Just as he was about to return to the small opening and probe it with his Soul Sense, something unusual appeared—a fish, drifting into view.
Ethan froze. The creature was hideous, almost grotesquely so, with a body that seemed patched together by nature's mistakes.
