They occupied the depths, their bodies riddled with corruption forever lasting by their tormentors. Years after the elder things had waged war upon the old ones, the Mare Dwellers would lie dormant in their watery prison, from which the voided ones would linger and tread; awaiting to devour them. Occupied, they would seek other matters, as the old ones would use their grasp and influence to pick away at the smaller race, leaving little behind. When the stars would shift, the old gods would fall into slumber, and the war would halt, leaving the new generation of dwellers to birth and thrive; some of which looking up to the very predators that had hunted them so long ago. In their forever changing forms, their image remains personified in the minds of the voided ones; who one day, in their wake to destroy every timeline, will once against clash against the serpents of their own making.
