The black seawater receded much faster than Faye Yardley had anticipated. In just a single day, the water level had dropped below her raft's Energy Protection Shield. With this distance, it went without saying that if the strange fish wanted to attack the raft again, they would have to swim out of the black seawater and into the clear zone. For everyone else who had managed to survive this long, the fact that their rafts would no longer be attacked was a cause for celebration. The cold wasn't a problem; worst came to worst, they could just huddle around their fireplaces.
However, just as the crisis beneath the sea temporarily lifted, fist-sized hailstones began plummeting from the sky. They crashed down with a loud CLATTER, blocked by the shield before sliding off the edges of the raft.
