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Ah, the depths of Westwardia. The wealth of Westwardia is not in fish and kelp; it is only of sand, so essential for an instructor to conduct their skills. Of this, there is plenty, but the instructors needed a greater wealth, something to show to the students on their tours. The dive instructors tell no tale; but even as they discovered the sheep and decorator crabs and occasional batray, so also was it their destruction. They delved too greedily and too deep to find things to show to their students on the tours, and disturbed that which they now must flee, diver’s bane.
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“You Can Not Pass!†Gandive shouted. He raised his light and crashed it into the sand before him. The light broke asunder, and a blinding sheet of lightning sprang up.
