We moved into the absolute, uncharted depths of the ocean.
We had left the glowing, hyper-pressurised chaos of Trench-Spire far behind us, sinking past the geological boundaries of the known world. The heavy, commercial squabbles of the Dukes and the arrogant, iron-fisted laws of the Mermaid royalty simply ceased to matter down here. We were drifting beyond the reach of the light, beyond the reach of the deep-tide currents.
"The water feels different here."
Luna projected directly into my mind, her silver eyes piercing the impenetrable blackness surrounding us.
"It is empty, yet it feels incredibly heavy. There is no scent of prey. There is no scent of anything mortal."
She noted, her claws adjusting their grip slightly on the heavy fabric of my coat.
"That is because mortality is not permitted at this depth."
Krave answered, her voice resonating with a sudden, profound smoothness that lacked any of her usual manic energy.
