The Golden Cage Of Two Monsters
The darkness inside the submersible was absolute, a cold, pressurized silence that felt like being buried alive in a steel coffin. I sat huddled on the floor, my fingers digging into the cold metal handle of the briefcase. The shockwave from the tanker’s explosion had subsided, leaving only the rhythmic, haunting hum of the automated engines as they propelled me through the deep currents of the Black Sea.
Killian’s final words echoed in the small cabin, a ghost’s promise whispered through a speaker. I’ll find you when the world is ashes.