Darkness was the only hue at the bottom of the sea trench, and under the spotlight's beam, even the seafloor mud was pitch black.
Below seemed vast, with no walls to be seen around. Looking in all directions revealed nothing but barrenness, and it was unclear where the boundaries lay.
Seeing such a landscape, the hearts of all the crew unavoidably hung in the balance. They each laid hands on their firearms and relics, even though they were well aware that these things were of little use in such circumstances.
On the deck, Charles turned to glance at Anna beside him, whose basketball-sized eyes had now closed again, her dozen fingers trembling as if electrified.
"How are you doing? Any problems?" Charles patted her tentacle lightly.
"Don't touch me! Just find your thing! Once you've got it, let's hurry and leave!"
It seemed the closer they got to the seabed, the more severe the mental disturbances became; to prevent others from going mad, Anna was acting with full concentration.
