The sphere convulsed. Its wire snapped. Its internal crystal cracked under the weight of so much grief. It sank, its light dying, and came to rest on the chamber floor, a dead black egg in the ruins.
It meant: I was here.
Only one remained.
She spotted a flicker of bioluminescence near the Sunken Bell Tower—a place where the old coral bells still chimed when the underwater currents were right. Without thinking, she folded her wings, tucked her three eyes forward, and dropped. topeagler
LAST OF YOUR KIND. DO NOT FLEE. WE WISH TO PRESERVE YOU. The sphere convulsed