The temple, seemingly carved from coral, is huge, spiralling high through the water. It twists oddly, and it appears that the floors are not even, creating an unsettling effect. As the ooze glops over one exit, expanding to fill it, Ancalagon can sense movement in the water. The dragon is behind him, to be certain, but there seem to be other things moving about. Large, frightful things that do not belong in this world.