Vision of the Great Old One

The waves crash over head, and you can sense more than see the endless darkness beneath you. The crushing expanse has never held any fear for you- you're its ally. Or it's servant. But this time is different. You draw in a breath, and your lungs are flooded with water. You're drowning, for the first time in years. Fear tries to gain purchase in your brain, and while you do all to stave it off, you see it. The depths are not empty. The depths is one, massive, thing. The tiniest glimpse of a greater being, and it's moving below you. Words creep into your mind on the waves of terror.

The Need arises once again. They reach out with tiny hands to try to pick up the ocean. They try to pluck out the stars. The arrogance of ants. Colonies of islands that are beneath me. The ants will burn themselves if left alone, but you will flood them for their folly. You will find my cast off claw, you will take back the Fire. Flood them, save your colony and the yearling.