Fuck.

[Hector shivers. The water isn’t as cold as it would be further north or closer to the winter months, but he’s bleeding energy into his creation.

He opens his eyes, though he can barely see anything anyways.]

I’m going to have to release control. He must sense my power. With luck, he’ll think this was a decoy to lure him to this spot while we escaped.

[He gives the kraken her instructions, to keep holding them as she is now, and then lets go of the connection. Squid are intelligent creatures, and he hopes to whatever gods above or below that the giant versions are as well. He needs her to be able to remember him and continue to serve his will when he is no longer linked to her.]

We wait. If the air grows thin, there may be other pockets in the hold or in my quarters.