The plesiosaur stands tall above Pavel, surrounded by other Redtiders, looking out at the Fata Morgana archer, who stands further offshore shrouded in fog.
Pavel: They broke our lighthouse. I had a lantern... but my mom... she...
The Fata Morgana stands before a crowd of other Fata Morgana - dozens of dead pink eyes stare out from the fog.
The plesiosaur's eyes turn red, and his tattoos pulse with energy.
The Fata Morgana archer stares, unreacting.
She turns away, and along with the rest of her kind, darts off across the water's surface into the darkness. The plesiosaur watches them with an arched neck, disapprovingly.
Pavel, unaware, is still talking. He rubs the tears from his eye with his sleeve.
Pavel: I know she's not dead, but... she might as well be. If I ever see her again... she'll be... She'll be—
The plesiosaur knocks on his light bubble with his flipper. Pavel opens his eyes, startled.
