The plan began with provocation.
Adam slid into the dark, violet-tinged water, the liquid shockingly cold against his hide. He moved with deliberate, powerful undulations, staying in the shallows where his back and the feathered tips of his folded wings remained above the surface. He was the visible bait, a massive silhouette against the glowing fungi of the shore.
«Alright, Ignis. Light it up,» he broadcast.
On a rocky outcrop twenty meters above the lake, Ignis crouched, her Blazeheart Drake form a smoldering beacon. With a focused growl, she unleashed not a wild blast, but a precise, sustained Sun Lance into the deep center of the lake where the treasure was suspected to be. The beam of condensed solar energy pierced the dark water with a furious hiss, superheating the depths in a localized column. Steam erupted in a geyser.
«That should get its attention,» Ignis thought, panting slightly from the focused output.
