There was a sound that shouldn't happen in nature when the ocean floor split open.
It wasn't a crack or a rumble... or anything else that could be described in normal words. It was reality itself screaming, as something that had been locked up for six hundred years finally got out of its cell.
"N-No... it's too late..." Nerissa's face darkened, and she's the one that already knows what's about to happen to them in the next few minutes.
Rick felt the water around him get cold in a way that had nothing to do with the temperature. This was the cold of complete hopelessness, of hope dying, and the universe pulling away from something that should never have existed.
The key that was made from the stolen bond fragment of Typhon, Seris, and Nerissa reached the bottom of the Abyssal Trenches, which is eight thousand meters below where they were floating.
For a few seconds... nothing happened for a moment.
But then... the seal broke.
