HIS REJECTED GODDESS
Through the deep sight array mapped onto my retinas, I watched the first wave hit us.
A pack of fifty Abyssal Crawlers leaped through the crushing water, aiming their jagged, cobblestone-jawed heads directly at our matte-black hull.
But they never touched the iron.
The moment they crossed the invisible threshold of our fifty-foot vacuum bubble, the physics of the core splinters engaged. The massive, outward-pushing gravity of the repulsors violently rejected their mass. The Crawlers didn't just bounce off; they were instantly, catastrophically pulverized. Their high-pressure liquid forms were blown outward, atomized into a fine mist of freezing water and shattered basalt that was instantly s
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