"Running for their life, only to be swallowed up by the sea, oh, isn't that unfortunate?" the ghostly witch smiles. Their teeth were sharp as the stalagmites growing from the floor of the cave, though they harbored some kindness in those voidly eyes. "They were only 17 at that time, did you know? Much like you are now. I wonder, did the same thing that happened to them happen to you?" They smiled. "I'll give you a deal. " - - - - - - - The unfortunate drowned spirits find their way to the necromancer of the coral- a wayward witch with a skeletal appearance. They are frowned upon in their society, but nevertheless, they wander the depths of the ocean looking for souls of the unfortunate
art by @cosmorose design by the fabulous @Lunch-Box! zoom-in code by @colorsnatch, particle code by @Realise
