The eel stopped at the entrance of a dark cavern, its glowing eyes flicking back to the diver. In the dim light, he could barely make out the shadows of something else lurking just beyond. The eel slithered into the den, and the diver, despite his growing unease, followed closely behind.
Inside the cavern, the air was thick with the scent of brine and ancient seaweed. The diver’s flashlight illuminated a cluster of large, fragile-looking eggs nestled along the rocky floor, their soft exteriors faintly glowing. The eel turned to face him again, its body twitching with urgency. The diver didn’t need to understand the creature’s language to know that it was in trouble.
A sharp sound echoed through the water, followed by a dark shape darting past them. A shark. Its fin cut through the water like a blade, and the eel recoiled in fear. It was clear now—the eel wasn’t just guiding him for no reason. It was trying to protect its nest, its future.