It sounds as good a place as any to start. How unlucky, that our horses decided to get thirsty at a time like this.

[It's almost as if he can feel the mud weighing him down as they move towards the pond, and not before long, it comes into view. At the other end are their horses, drinking from it just as Aether predicted, and Childe's eyes brighten at the sight.]

Good suggestion, prince. Seems you've got a sixth sense for runaways.

[It's then that something huge breaks the surface of the pond. The back of a fish that seems far larger than anything that should be living there, the water and scales giving the illusion of it being black. The knight's eyes widen, pointing to the pond.]

It seems we're not alone! Did you spot that?