In the depths of the sea, undercurrents surged.
In the dead silence of the darkness, only the ticking of instruments could be heard through the headset; the overhead light, swinging with the movement of his head, slowly swept around.
It could only cast a fleeting patch of greyish-white light.
Nothing was visible.
In a trance, it seemed as though strange illusions jumped out from the waves, but when he focused and looked closely, they disappeared without a trace. Only the vast, empty darkness remained.
The descent continued.
As if heading towards Hell.
Within the face mask, only heavy breathing could be heard.
"Number Fourteen, report depth status."
"Current depth seven. Stabilization valve operating smoothly. All normal."
"And the coordinates?"
"Coordinates show no drift."
"Maintain speed. Next, you'll rendezvous with Number Twelve and assist him with the framework installation."
"Understood."
