His Contractual Luna: Bought by the Beast
With a heavy hiss of pneumatic pressure, the titanium plate slid open, revealing a narrow, pressurized escape tube equipped with high-density diving rebreathers hanging on the wall.
"Marcus, get in first," Rhys ordered, grabbing the doctor by the collar and shoving him into the tube before grabbing two rebreathers from the rack.
He handed one to Agnes, his gaze locking onto hers in the dim amber light of the emergency seals. "Once we hit the surface, Torin will pick us up on the offshore shelf. We head straight for the Starfall citadel. We have two weeks before the Autumn Championship, and Malakor is going to throw everything he has at us before we step into that cage."