Deep within the lightless foundation of the Hollow of the Sunless Tide, where the dungeon's inverted structure pressed against reality's boundaries, the air carried a resonance that the lower floors couldn't perceive.
A thrumming that existed below sound and sensation, registering only to entities whose existence transcended normal physical limitation.
The Seven Moonveil Serpents stirred in the gloom, their massive forms uncoiling like shifting mountain ranges.
Each creature measured comparable to the Disaster-class threat Jack had killed and bound, but these were different.
Their scales glowed with ethereal light that had given their species its name, pale luminescence that absorbed darkness.
The glow pulsed in rhythmic warning, synchronized heartbeat across seven massive forms that dominated the tenth floor's vast chamber.
"He's returned," the second largest hissed, the sound scraping against stone walls like a rusted blade dragged across granite.
