Lyerin's eyes narrowed as he observed the massive shadowy forms swimming beneath them.
The glimmer of winged fish around them had completely disappeared, leaving only the deep, oppressive silence of the water.
He stood motionless for a moment, scanning the depths, then muttered, almost to himself, "Sucker fishes… just like remoras."
His voice was low, almost too quiet to hear, but it carried a strange weight, drawing the soldiers' attention. Their faces, pale from the sheer overwhelming nature of what they had seen, now filled with confusion and growing fear.
"Sucker fishes?" Lucas finally dared to ask. His grip on the massive feather he clung to was so tight that his knuckles had turned white. "What do you mean, sucker fishes?"