The bottom of Cauldron Lake was a graveyard of things the lake had claimed in one way or another over the decades. The Dark Presence brought them up in its wake, scattering the rotten, waterlogged hull of an old boat here, the remains of a long-ago crashed airplane there.
Trees shattered under the impacts. The earth groaned. It didn't even notice.
Departure Manuscript: The Trail of the Dark Presence
