Prompt

Echo will do it… she is able to do it… Echo: her name says all, she is a natural sonar, you can feel it. Echo stands rigid, her staff planted firm against the planks. Her breathing slows, deliberate, her eyes half-lidded as she focuses inward. The world around her blurs until all that remains is the ebb and flow of unseen life beneath the water—the slow, measured breathing of something vast, something coiled in wait. She opens her mouth, speaking in a hushed, resonant sound that carries over the