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Then, I shoved the stunned sound technician aside and inserted my military-grade USB drive. "Members of the press and everyone watching online. Today, not only have I returned alive, but I've also brought you all a real deep-sea documentary." I pressed play. The screens immediately cut away from the fake memorial footage and displayed the 4K high-definition audio and video from the deep-sea black box. "Stop playing dead! Just save your oxygen and start swimming up already! Zachary's dream is riding on you!" "Summer had my kid just to keep you around as her personal ATM!"

It covered more than anything else I had been given so far. I look away from the outside and to the book I had been given. The Water Species I furrow my brow. The water species, huh? I wonder if this had anything to do with Bacudal telling me I needed a river nymph to uncloak myself. I flip open the first page, to what looks like a table of contents. Selkies....2-4 Cthulhu...4-8 Kraken...8-12 Leviathan....12-13 Dog Fish...13-15

As a practitioner, if he didn't dare to take risks out of fear of danger, then it would be hard for him to achieve anything. Only by being fearless could one soar into the sky! "Charge!" A cold light flickered in Zephyr Khan's eyes as he once again sped toward the depths of the sea... Whoosh! Whoosh! The sound of running water could be heard. He saw a figure covered in lightning diving into the sea. "The current position is about 100,000 meters deep from the sea level. The pressure is obviously hundreds of times higher than before!" At this moment, the surrounding seawater almost formed a sticky state, like glue, because of the huge pressure.

To grasp. The current chose that moment to shift. A powerful undertow, born from the cove’s violent geography, wrenched me sideways, deeper into a shadowed cleft between jagged underwater rocks. My weakened thrashing was useless against it. I was pulled away from his trajectory, the outstretched hand missing by agonizing inches. His eyes widened further, the horror deepening into something akin to agony. A stream of silver bubbles burst from his lips a silent scream lost in the roar of the deep.

Hit the floor hard. Flames jumped all over me. Only my gear kept me from lighting up like a match. "Captain!" "Captain, you good?" I waved them off, dragging myself up. In the background, Axel was still losing it, screaming like a maniac. The fire kept getting worse. I had no choice. "Evacuate!" Axel grabbed one of my teammates. "What do you mean you're leaving my stuff? Those are my memories with my wife! If I lose them, I'll just die here! I'm not leaving!"

The silence that followed was broken only by the gentle lap of waves against the hull. "Look over there," I said, stepping behind her and pointing toward the horizon where the sun was hitting a specific current. The water began to shimmer, turning into a kaleidoscope of colors as a pod of dolphins broke the surface, their bodies arching perfectly through the spray. But beyond them, the way the light hit the deep sea shelf made the water look like it was glowing from beneath, a hidden, underwater world of light. "It’s a blind spot in the current," I whispered, my chin resting on her shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her. "The light hits the salt just right out here. Most people never see i

Better safe than sorry. “I think maybe we should move back closer to shore,” I say. Radar looks at me with a puzzled expression. “Why? What’s wrong?” “I’m not sure,” I say as we begin edging into shallower water. When the water is just half way up my shins, I realize what’s bothering me. The three women are moving steadily closer, but they don’t appear to be stroking with their arms at all. It’s as if they’re using some form of underwater propulsion. I don’t understand it, and nowadays, what you don’t understand can get you killed.

The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs, Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue and white. And some in dreams assurèd were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep, he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.

"You've fulfilled your end of the bargain. Now we fulfill ours." Triarch Vex produces a leather-bound tome from beneath his robes—ancient, the pages yellowed with age, the cover etched with symbols that hurt to look at directly. "This," he says, "is the Chronicle of the Deep. It contains everything we know about the Core Sea and those who've attempted to reach its depths. Most importantly, it contains the ritual words necessary to approach Arkenox without being unmade." Kael takes the book reverently. "How many have succeeded?"

His heavy breathing brushed over my neck, telling me he was enjoying it as much as I was. “I need more,” he said with a raspy, strangled voice. “More?” I questioned, my brain muddled with ecstasy. “More. Deeper. Harder.” He pushed me to my back and came over the top of me. He pushed the blankets out of his way and ran a hand down my chest. His eyes were that beautiful dark blue that always happened when he was turned on. I watched him stare at my body, running his hands over the curves before dropping a kiss to one nipple, then the other.