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Mithias sank down, and the light of the spirits around him illuminated a path down to the scene of a massive sword in the moving sand. The fish creatures were all focused on the sword, not even seeming to notice the drowned vampire getting nearer. Mithias would have sighed, if he could have done that underwater, as he believed himself too far gone now into his madness. He didn't know who the god of storms was, nor who was stabbed into the ocean floor under that eerily active sand, but he didn't really care. He was just riding the waves now, following down the rabbit hole. He'd obey the commands of the dream set before him. 

He couldn't talk, but he really didn't feel like it anyway. With little effort, he swam closer to the top of the sword. Freeing this bening didn't look easy. This weapon was massive, and Mithias had zero footing. He touched the handle to see if it gave any kind of reaction. Perhaps it was magical? He gave a perplexed look downward for help. He needed to know what to do.