The Bloom Bent, and Every Child of the Betrayers Within It

Rusty Quill: Even in these depths I feel the bloom bent's influence. They have soured our water, they would flood us with their breath from the dry between to choke us even from afar. The cold deep is not so cold. When my gills are broad and sand dusted shells adorned with coral reefs, I will devour the dry between. And the bloom bent, and every child of the betrayers within it, I will engulf all that keeps the ocean above away. I will be the final kind.

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