They broke through the surface of the marrow sea in a spray of luminescent liquid, gasping for air that tasted of minerals and ancient things dissolved in solution. Behind them, below them, the cavity containing the broken throne was collapsing, imploding inward as the foundation of the Gate itself destabilized. The silver fire pouring from the throne's cracks was spreading upward, burning through the marrow with a cold intensity that made Selena's earlier celestial flames seem gentle by comparison.
"We have to get out of here," Dante said, his arms still wrapped around Selena as they treaded the viscous liquid. "Before the whole structure comes down on—"
The marrow sea convulsed.
