The water sat freezing and pitch-black two miles beneath the surface of the Black Pool. The abyssal pressure crushed modern submarines into tinfoil.
Absolute void claimed this stretch of the drowned fault line. The lesser predators avoided the crushing depth.
Today the water tasted of raw mana. A violet-gold pulse echoed down through the aquatic trenches. It radiated from the cavern high above. The signature of the Corrupted Core burned bright and loud.
Three pairs of bioluminescent yellow eyes opened in the abyssal dark.
The Level 92 Leviathan uncoiled. The ancient beast survived a world long before the System introduced the apocalypse. The beast shifted. The displaced water created a localized riptide. The current tore fossilized coral from the canyon walls.
