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Only one remained.

And the Topeagler, as always, would remember. topeagler

Below her, the Sink had changed. Where once there had been clear channels and beds of luminous moss, now there were oil slicks and floating islands of plastic waste. The ruins of the old Velorian cities—those strange, cyclopean structures made of compressed coral—had begun to collapse. Their glow-eels had migrated deeper, into the Abyssal Trenches, where the pressure would crush a Topeagler’s skull like an eggshell. Only one remained

She spotted a flicker of bioluminescence near the Sunken Bell Tower—a place where the old coral bells still chimed when the underwater currents were right. Without thinking, she folded her wings, tucked her three eyes forward, and dropped. Where once there had been clear channels and

Kaelira had heard such words before. The poacher Sorvus had whispered them—“I’ll stuff you and keep you forever, beauty”—just before he threw the harpoon.

It was not a bird, though it had feathers like tarnished brass. It was not a fish, though it had gills that pulsed softly behind its jaw. And it was certainly not a mammal, though it nursed its single young with a milk that smelled of riverstone and lightning. The Topeagler was the last stitch in a tapestry of evolution that nature had long since unraveled.

Kaelira climbed onto her spire. The wind was rising. A storm was coming—one of the Sink’s famous lightning tempests, where the sky boiled green and the rain fell sideways.