The makeshift war room reeked of salt, blood, and ozone. What used to be a port authority building now looked like it had been through a hurricane, with half the roof missing and corruption stains still fading from the walls.
Rick sat on a crate that had been turned over. His body still hurt from the fight with the megalodon, even though Knight's Endurance had been working hard to fix him up.
"Can't we use another room...?" Rick protested right away.
"No," Zephyra responded right away.
Thalor Abyssryn, the first son of the Ocean Empress, sat in the centre of their rough circle.
His blue-green skin bore the faint remnants of the corruption that had taken hold of him, resembling bruises that refused to fade. The gills on his neck moved with each breath, a constant reminder that he was not designed for life in the air like humans.
