The Leviathan roared again, and another crack appeared in Nerissa's seal. The Empress reinforced it with additional magic, but Rick could see the strain increasing. Holding a two-hundred-meter corrupted Guardian required constant power expenditure.
Rick said, "We really need to find that trident."
"Two hundred years ago, where would Typhon have taken it?"
There was something dark in Nerissa's empty eyes. "He brought it to the Abyssal Trenches... especially to that bitch Seris."
"It was probably a gift to his secret lover, proof of his love by stealing one of my most powerful items."
"The trident would have gone down with the kingdom when I sank it... and it's eight thousand meters down, buried under tectonic rubble."
Rick simply said, "Then we go down there and get it."
"No." Nerissa's voice was very firm. "Eight thousand meters is too much for even your Thalassic Crystals to handle."
