>>6334824A racketing thunder crashes through the choir, and the marines turn as one toward the tsunami in stasis.
Indeed, it seems the Marines are not the apex predators swimming in these waters- the living sea is larger than the mighty Arktikana that they teased in trial. And yet… the feeling is different… more akin to the blessed Beast than not.
So particular, the inner, refracting light- a mix of the Beast’s lantern and the shifting color of Occulieth’s aurora. The marines are mesmerized, until a shadow in the water flickers into view.
There, in the belly of the soulful seas, swims a juvenile marine.
Silence bleeds into lamentations- the marines recognize this ol’ song and dance, and rue that they are now the other fin. Predation begets predation, and now it is their soul that has be called into the Eternal Forest above.
The elders swim forward to cover the younglings retreat- by the Lantern’s light, may some survive the imminent hunt, forlorn of a hope that may be.
In the midst of a growing panicked hym, goes ignored a lil’ soul still swimming gleefully, warbling in wonder at the sight of his mighty elders appearing as tiny as tuna in the high, colorful seas above.
