Ankyra Sound give me more

Akantha did not fear the leviathan that lurked in the dark recesses of the cavern. She'd faced far more dangerous demons than the serpent the wolf promised to be with her silver-kissed tongue, and would not be cowed by promises of punishment woven into the words echoing against the sandstone. Her atonement would be answered by the Sea—no other creature of the world had that right. A glint of light across saliva-slick teeth drew her attention, but they vanished behind inky lips and blended into the shadows once again.

This is her temple, why have you come?

"I am Her listener and Her speaker." She revealed with a lash of her tail. The plume cut horizontally through the air once and she took another few steps foward, head raised against the dark, daring the other to challenge her right. "If you are truly her appointed Guardian, step forward and make yourself known to me, Akantha of Themiscrya, Matriarch of the Nereides." She did not know who lurked in the darkness. Perhaps it was a remnant of a bygone time; perhaps it was, indeed, Caiaphais still holding fast to her beloved haunt.