"The next night we return the same way. We swim up to the surface, and quietly gather our bearings. Above us l

"The next night we return the same way. We swim up to the surface, and quietly gather our bearings. Above us loom the Drowned Trees — enormous dead trunks emerging from the water, bridges crisscrossing their branches. The air is filled with the sounds of battle. — Having lost their king, the bandits now battle each other for power. And we are ready to join the fight."