Gulls of the Styx.
The storm had finally calmed down...
There had been many lost to the Black Sea, but many more stood firm.
Staring into the distant horizon, Cain finally had the chance to analyze what was going on properly.
'From the looks of it, we were sucked into the Death Zone without even knowing it. That's a first...'
Normally, even though Dead Spots were elusive and most of them managed to catch them off guard, they didn't pull them closer intentionally.
This one was different...
And the pull has been subtle too. Like that strange force that attracted all things towards the center of a Celestial body. It was subtle, almost unnoticeable. But it was there.
A kind of influence that affected the very space around it.
'Not only that, but there could be many Mutant Creatures lurking in these waters, apart from those Leeches that is. However, most of them aren't going to attack. At least not now...'