Blackwater Islands devourer

the call rises; cutting thru the velveteen colors of the newborn night, a darkness broken by the sweet buttery light of the full moon.

it lights their path as they make their way to enigma though they know not her name; of whom to their surprise has come to pay the debt price. a soft shudder slithers down their spine; of delight, borne of the assumed magicks they feel in the air.

they approach along the cool sands, taking in the scene. a goat's skull with approval that rumbles over the rise and fall of the waves; steps ceasing as they draw near.

the debt is paid.