Ankyra Sound a foul-breathed chora howls, besides

gulls wheeled on soaring updrafts, pale specks against what was a deepening and darkly lit sky. Raleska spared their presence a glance before heading across the strand, a feeling of dread in her heart. 

She had just come from the Grotto; is subterranean depths had been sundered by the frothy mouth of the sea  — Ankyra was safe no longer. 

Erzulie! The girl called above the storm, catching stride with Reyes as he bolted towards Erzulie’s side. Just then another snarl rattled the earth, shaking Raleska to her core. Eyes wide in panic, she looked to her packmate, voice barely audible over the grim storm. The Grotto is flooded! It isn’t safe here anymore. Where is everybody?!