A hundred cubits distant, he could see the shadowy line of the gargant resting on the sandy bottom. Large grey fish patrolled it in predatory circles, snatching up the bodies that were still floating free from the hulk.
‘Sannet?’ he said, voice carrying easily through the water. ‘Deploy a tesseract field. The large one.’
‘You do not wish me to accompany you into the caves, lord?’
‘No.’ He shook his head. ‘Recover what warriors you can. But after that, I want that gargant. With luck, we can even render it operational for display.’
‘A pity we did not have a Doom Scythe,’ his servant said, slapping away one of the predators as it gnawed tentatively at his hand. ‘We might not have lost so many men.’
‘Of course we had a Doom Scythe,’ Trazyn snorted. ‘But how would I have displayed it? Do you want to fix that kind of damage?’

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