Master ace swam around in the form of a swordfish. Draco was leading the way as an anglerfish. The light from his antenna lit the way. After going deeper and deeper they finally came to the caves which had had air. Ace fliped out of the water. Transorming to his normal form as he did so. Draco did likewise. Ace felt the water dripping down on him from the ceiling. The air was stale and must, but nonetheless present. "They truely do exist," Ace thought as he breathed in the air. Ace casted light upon his dagger and held it with his tail. Draco teloported upon Ace's shoulder and looked around.

Dei sat up and raised a forearm to shield her eyes from the sudden light. Her eyes burned after so many years of darkness, the only light having been what few rays of sunlight made it down this far. She winced as the sound of a mans voice echoed around the empty cavern and pounded through her ears. Once her eyes had finally adjusted, Dei saw the Voices' owner, a well-muscled young man, walking toward her. Fear welled up in her throat as he drew nearer, and she frantically grabbed rock ledges, pulling herself farther away and up into a deep alcove about seven feet off the cave floor. Not again, she thought, Those wretched hunters again, why do they chase me so? She pulled herself deep back into the tunnel, shrinking away from the ever-brightening light. Come on, legs, change! She thought to herself, willing her slippery fins to change quickly.