The light was thin at these depths, but Hadama swam with calm confidence past the skeletons of ancient corals and schools of brightly colored fish, unbothered by the pressure that slowly built as he descended towards the shrine that waited on the ocean floor.
He carried a net woven of kelp in which several items gleamed, and his broad manta wings moved him forward with weightless grace through the water. His steely hair, caught in a tail, streamed behind him like a metallic banner that glinted in the eternal dusklight of these depths.
Although he looked around him from time to time, wary of predators, his attention was mostly for the shrine he traveled towards and what he would say when he arrived to make his prayers.
Ronin
He carried a net woven of kelp in which several items gleamed, and his broad manta wings moved him forward with weightless grace through the water. His steely hair, caught in a tail, streamed behind him like a metallic banner that glinted in the eternal dusklight of these depths.
Although he looked around him from time to time, wary of predators, his attention was mostly for the shrine he traveled towards and what he would say when he arrived to make his prayers.
Ronin
