Chapter 389
East of the monster's hunting ground, there's a cavern of sharp barren rocks, jagged and unforgiving.
They rise from the sea like broken teeth, worn smooth in places by centuries of waves and sharp as blades in others.
Seaweed tangles in thick curtains around their base, swaying with the current like hung corpses, dark and lifeless.
The water here is rough and violent.It pulls and pushes and tears at anything unlucky enough to enter. No sailor comes here willingly. No ship sails these waters. The rocks have claimed more vessels than any war, any storm, any monster.
Their bones litter the ocean floor—splintered wood, rusted cannons, the scattered remains of crews long forgotten.
A fish tries to swim through.
It doesn't succeed.
The current drags it along, smashes it against a rock—extremely hard.The impact is sickening, even for something so small. A spot of blood blooms in the water, dark against the gray.
