Novel & Cerita Oblivion Water Breathing

“We already know how to get through this, right? Front crawl breathing, come on.” I went through the motions, my breathing slowing progressively. I let Aaron take my hand, stroking the back of it with his hand. When I regained control of my breath once more, he offered me his water. Part of me hated the idea that the shewolf doting on him was benefitting me now, too. But the water was also surprisingly soothing. When I was done with it, Colby took the glass out of my hands so I could focus on breathing. I heaved a deeper, slower breath, looking both Colby and Aaron in the eye. “Thank you,” I said.

Kai had arranged for a Council transport to pick him up from a nearby atoll. I would follow underwater, with Miro's help. "You can't breathe underwater," Miro said. "I can hold my breath for a long time." "Not long enough." He handed me a small pouch. Inside was a handful of soft, rubbery gills. "What are these?" "Emergency breathers. The Council made them for deep-sea operatives. You stick them on your neck, and they filter oxygen from the water." He paused. "They hurt going in." "How much?"

around the people, they could breathe the thickened air just long enough to reach the "Lung-Engines." As the world outside became a silent, petrified tomb, the Union withdrew into the deepest recesses of the Spire's lungs. To survive the "Solid-Sky," they had to abandon natural breathing altogether. They constructed the Lung-Engines—massive, steam-powered "Centrifugal-Scrubbers" that ripped the mineralizing agents out of the air before they could settle in human tissue.

"The deep nodes are stable. The ocean can't touch us." "The ocean can't touch the continent," I corrected, walking over to the massive Starved Iron console in the center of the room. "Because the gravity wall deflects the physical mass of the water. But the Hive-Mind isn't just water, Elara. It's pressure." I placed my hands—one scarred with black iron, one shimmering with pale silver—flat against the cold metal of the console. I closed my eyes and pushed my deep sight out of the city, racing across the plains, over the Jagged Coast, and plunging directly into the dark, crushing water of the Mariana Trench.

I was getting weak from the lack of air that my eyes started to close and my lungs automatically started to inhale water instead of lungs and started to breathe normally. Normally?! My eyes flew open and expecting that the few minutes that I was passed out, maybe they managed to attach the breather to me. But no. I have nothing. I don’t even have a breather but I was able to breathe? I was...breathing underwater. How is that possible? Skyr appeared beside me again. He quickly grabbed the breather and placed it over my mouth.

Can Blood Moon Hybrids even die from lack of air? I glance back at the shore, but the fog is too thick to see anything. “J-Just do it,” I mutter to myself, my teeth chattering from the cold, “For J-Jesse.” Taking another deep breath, I plunge down into the water. Moving fast, I kick my legs, trying to use my abilities to give me an edge. However, that doesn’t stop my lungs from burning from the lack of air. My chest feels like it will explode, as the desire for air has me desperate to break through the surface and just get a mouthful of it. But I hold strong, impossible as it is.

Walking towards the creature, he nodded in approval. “I’m sorry, Demi.” I whispered as I put my hand over her mouth and nose. Taking a deep breath, I dove under the water. There was a deep hole the creature was swimming into. The light blue turned darker and darker as my ears popped. Demi’s body was trying to take a breath as a light appeared in front of us. My lungs were burning, black spots were dancing in my vision as our heads broke the surface. Both of us gasped as we took in a deeply needed breath. The pure oxygen was free from toxins, poison of the outside world and even had a hint of sweetness.

’ I informed her. Urei nodded and moved her head a few feet over me. Then a bubble started to emerge from her lips that she pressed down towards me. The bubble formed a protective dome around me that allowed me to breathe air. ‘I am aware that some of your friends cannot breathe water or communicate like you and I. This area should help with that.’

Outside, the world was a nightmare of obsidian water and violet fire. Kazimir stepped onto the Dorsal Hull (the top surface of the submarine). Above him, seven miles of water pressed down with enough force to turn a tank into a pancake. His boots, equipped with Electromagnetic Soles (magnets used to lock a diver to a metal surface), clanked against the titanium skin of the Sparrow. The Divergent (the corrupted, zombie-like Architect) was waiting.

“We will be in the water sit while we control.” “And we will breathe water,” added Kael. His green eyes rested calm down. “The Amnion gel of the Abyssals. It is saturated with pure oxygen. It will feel like drowning for a short moment. After that, Suit the oxygen supply directly via the lung. trust the technology, Companion?” I looked up to the gigantic dome, then down to the black ocean, in whose depth the toxic rotten. I was a junk collector from dry Ouroboros. I had seen the endless sky and the burning ice