EpilogueThe water lapped gently against the side of the dock, rippling and trickling as it found its way into nooks and cracks worn away by the generations of tide. All had fallen quiet since the battle. Dried blood caked the steps, limbs and corpses began the slow process of rotting up on the road. The moon had passed over to the point that its light no longer bleached the nightscape white, but instead cast long, deep shadows.
A hand reached up out of the sea, grasping for a hold on the slick surface. Finding purchase between two of the cobbles it tensed, and up out of the water slid O'Bellah, rising from the depths like one of the behemoths that inhabited the dark deep. He dragged his battered body out of the water, smearing the blood onto himself as seawater poured off of him and onto
