It’s always the gods they fear but these waters don’t belong to deities. This depth? Ours. This cold? Ours. The treasures and the corpses and the chains and the flesh-eating creatures? Ours. They believe the gods but not the other myths. We were made human enough to think and feel but inhuman enough not to be capable of it. Tell me, how do you stand on fins? So we pull dwellers to us, and use our cursed songs to sink each other. Many fall prey to their own desires after all. The gods made us crave air and then gave us saltwater, and so we are giving them back the salt. We only wanted to see the world above, and if we can’t have that, then we’re bringing it to us.