Ch 422: Trail of Blood.

Out by the water's edge, a quiet plume,

An observer—a silhouette of silent doom.

Children playing, yet unknown to fear,

Unaware of the horror drawing near.

A ripple at the surface, then nothing more,

Followed by a blood trail beside the shore.

A man walked past—a gruesome scene,

Screams gave away the beast within.

Long and slender, strong and cold,

A forgotten relic, with legends so bold.

How it came all the way through,

No one had an answer or clue.

A hunter was brought to finish the game,

But the monster faded without a name.

One shot, one splash—and it was over,

But the sheer size made it hard to cover.