How Deep Is The Abyss Novels & Stories

The crater didn't just flood; it was displaced. As the Abyssal Leviathan breached the surface of the boiling, green-lit water, the sheer mass of the submarine dreadnought pushed a localized tidal wave against the lower levels of the Ark. It was a biomechanical nightmare forged in the crushing, lightless depths of the Mariana Trench.

In the depths of the Pacific Ocean, the currents raged. Alexander's muscles were taut, effortlessly resisting the underwater pressure. A majestic aura enveloped his body, constantly pushing away the surrounding seawater as he descended rapidly at a vertical angle. 1000 meters, 2000 meters, 3000 meters... The deep sea was as dark as ink, and the water pressure kept increasing. Even the helmet on his head began to warp. But Alexander seemed to be unaware of it, his eyes closed tightly, his immense spiritual power covering an area of thousands of square meters, thoroughly exploring everything around him.

The captain from the rescue center came looking for Cyrus Selden just as someone shook me awake from sleep. "Lucas! Trouble! Your brother Aidan's submarine, the Abyss Explorer, has lost contact at 35,000 feet in the Mariana Trench! There was an unidentified undersea quake—communication's completely down, and their chances of survival are… slim!" I blinked the sleep from my eyes and looked at him dully. "So?" I asked, my tone flat.