The Sentinels I had a dream last night,

Perhaps she was so caught up by the witch's presence, Umbra did not even realize she gave a name. It sounded like one, someone like the tides would hiss in disdain as she curses upon them. It gave a ripple of nerve to the kraken, but she had to stand firm while a glare to her eye.

"I am Umbra, Sealord of Ironclan," though in the future, much was to be changed. She had no desire to get closer to the sea-hag, but only thought for a moment, something smelled familiar. She dare not step any further to seek that thought out.