So began the long trek back to the shallows, an area that none of them had ever really explored. Marguerite snacked on raw peeper along the way, assuming that fresh was the most effective way to consume it. Sure enough, her nausea faded, her mind cl…
She hated what she found on the other end. It wasn’t the harsh geometric architecture, the anemic lighting, or even the dead leviathan fetus curled up in one of the rooms – it was the lone sword sitting in a display case in the lobby, its hilt shape…
The facility she had emerged from was evidently an enormous tower, and if Marguerite knew anything when she saw it, it was a gun. She wasn’t sure how it fired but she was absolutely certain that she was staring at the culprit behind the Degassi’s…