Ethan frowned slightly.
"Who the hell is that thing?" he asked under his breath. "In these waters, aren't you supposed to be the absolute rulers?"
Thalorien fell silent for a beat.
Then he slowly shook his head.
"We're the rulers of the deep sea."
"But we're not the only ones down here."
His gaze locked onto the colossal beast.
"In the deep, there are many ancient races."
"They have no civilization."
"No order."
"And no reason."
He paused, his voice dropping even lower.
"The Abyssal Serpents."
Ethan looked back at the monster.
Now the name actually fit.
Its body was a fusion of two apex predators—built wrong in a way that still made perfect sense.
"They carry the blood of both sea serpents and the deep-sea shark clans," Thalorien went on. "Extremely primitive. Extremely dangerous."
"Our ancestors tried to guide them."
"But it failed."
"They reject all rule."
Ethan nodded.
If anything, that kind of race interested him more.
