Ankyra Sound VI. Now what's a little baby doing, dressing up in banker's clothes?

Part VI. Dated 5/16.

Out from the mouth of the grotto bounded a hellish scream.

For months, an eerie silence had settled like choking ivy around the Sound. For months somewhere under the subterranean crypt of the Grotto, the soul of an old sea-witch seemed to rot and fester, affecting its burial ground with a sinister and strange aspect. The Grotto, taking on the shape and precedence of an unwell spirit, had hungrily welcomed the life that had returned to its fetid and abandoned halls.

Now, new life brimmed into that phosphorescent darkness, while old life remained still.

A thick trail of dark blood wound its way from the Grotto's mouth. It dripped down past its stony slopes, down into a dark chamber where not even sunlight reached. Here the blood glinted a cool midnight blue, the susurration of the pool's lapping waters reflecting dimly across its coagulating features. A figure laid across it, unmoving save for little writhings along its side.

Something, somewhere, pierced that inhospitable darkness with a scream that sent all of the denizens in that cryptic realm scuttling in fear.