Darkness was the only shade at the bottom of the trench. Even under the searchlights, the seabed mud below was pitch black.
It looked vast down there, with no walls in sight. All around was only a barren expanse, making it impossible to tell where the boundaries of this place were.
Seeing this scene, the hearts of all the crew tightened. Their hands subconsciously reached for their firearms and relics, even though they knew these things would be of little use in such a situation.
On the deck, Charles turned to glance at Anna beside him. She had already closed her basketball-sized eyes again, and her dozen or so fingers trembled as if they had been shocked.
"How is it? Are you alright?" Charles reached out and gently patted her tentacle.
"Don't touch me! Hurry and find your thing! Once you've got it, let's get out of here!"
