Pale skin on the male’s chest tapered into a deep purple that was only seen this far in the abyss. The depthstrider who loomed above him did not have fins that flared on his sides like the other undines, but tendrils. Tentacles that ended with bulbous tips that lit up with his anger. Though he still had the tell-tale fins on the sides of his face, his hair was much finer. Where Daios’s locks were tangled into their own similar tentacles, this one had fine strands that billowed around his head like a plume of dark ink.
Well fuck
