The long hallway of the land struck Southern Verenian cargo vessel stretched out ahead of him, silent asides from occasional creaks of resting metal echoing throughout the massive framework. Vincent's flashlight illuminated the pipelines and wiring across the corridors, revealing age and abandonment from the decades left cast aside on the shoreline, no visitors, not even vermin or scavengers, lost out in the vastness of the outer lands. Surely there must be more here. A reason. Artifacts of value? The Southern region lead Verenia as the most technologically advanced Hydrakars. So in a cargo ship of this scale, there must be something. Something priceless, maybe something unknown, something hidden, something meant to be forgotten, damned to the confines of the ship, unfit to be cast in Verenia's sacred light. A predator of origins beyond reasonable means.


Happy Halloween everyone ;P