Blood of The Shattered Moon
"Then let's go find it."
We reach the descent point as the sun begins to set, painting the sky in shades of crimson and gold that reflect off the glowing water in impossible colors. According to the maps, we need to dive here—straight down into the luminous abyss. The ship begins its transformation. The shadow-stuff of the hull ripples and shifts, becoming more liquid, more permeable. A dome of solid darkness forms over our heads, creating an air pocket, and the vessel begins to sink. The descent is slow and dreamlike. We pass through layers of light—first bright blue-white, then deeper blue, then purple, then colors I don't have names for. The pressure increases gradually, but the wards car
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