Luneshale Pass Doors opened

Adrift in an ocean of distilled moonlight. Silver shimmering as the darkness descended, horizon coalescing into the unknown. The looming abyss in this sea where no ship could sink. But even here, Rooke learned the fear of the open water: to look into the abyss and find it looking back.

The seadevil spoke, drifting closer.

Spell broken, Rooke regained himself. Averting his eyes, but he could not fully escape the stranger's gaze. Opalescent eyes brought closer as the devil pressed into his space. Rooke's ears pulled back, tail passively wagging between his hocks.

He is expected to answer.

Rooke attempted to clear his throat with a weak cough. Voice meek as he replied, I didn't see you there, sorry.