The Billionaire’s Blood Proxy
But as the submersible dove into the dark, silent depths of the ocean, Alexander Vance knew one thing for certain.
They weren't running anymore. They were preparing.
The descent into the Abyssal Plain was not a movement through space so much as a retreat from reality.
Inside the Vanguard-1 submersible, the world was reduced to the rhythmic, mechanical pulse of the life-support systems and the dim, red glow of the instrument panels. Outside the reinforced quartz-glass portholes, the ocean had transitioned from the vibrant, sun-drenched turquoise of the surface to a crushing, absolute obsidian. Here, five miles beneath the keel of the world, the Obsidian Circle’s satellites were blind. Their t
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