The dragon's powerful strike against the water broke the ships from Biola's fleet, splintering wood and sending shards of debris scattering.
The impact knocked several vessels off course, sending them into a chaotic spin. If one were to look below the water, the shadows that had previously enveloped the dragon like a quality it could not shake, pulled itself even closer, encasing the beast and prying it deeper into the depths of the sea.
But with the dragon descending, something started to change. The shadows that had gripped around it eased.
Departure from the oppressive darkness that had once pinned it down had begun to stretch, and each moment found the dragon less and less constrained.
The dragon thrashed about in a frenzy. Its giant shape rolled and bucked, its wings working against the weight of the seafloor.