Civilization’s Fate Rests on Her

The two-hundred-meter-tall Lantern Goldfish Monster curled into a ball and hung motionless in the air, its huge eyes letting out uneasy whimpers. "You want to go over?" He-El asked with certainty, stopping his attempt to crush the Lantern Goldfish Monster. He could clearly sense Ciri's revulsion at entering the monster's mouth and being wrapped in that phlegm-like pressure-resistant liquid. The thick phlegm was a buffering fluid created by the Precursors.