Subnautica Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sun Keeper

"Clara, the Legacy is drifting. The mooring line is slack." Clara’s hand moved to her sidearm. The emerald silk of her dress was crumpled under her flight jacket, a symbol of the two worlds they were currently straddling. "Maybe it's just the gale, Julian. You said a storm was rolling in." "A storm doesn't cut a high-tensile magnetic tether," Julian muttered. As the sub broke the surface, the slate-grey Atlantic didn't greet them with the spray of a storm. It greeted them with the blinding, artificial sun of a Sovereignty Searchlight.

Through the haze of the deep, a structure began to emerge from the silt of the seafloor. It wasn't a wreck. It was a dome—a sleek, obsidian iris built into the very tectonic plates of the North Sea shelf. This was the Nadir, the Owners' true sanctuary, the subterranean twin to the orbital Apex. Dante steered them toward a pressurized airlock near the base of the dome. His movements were slowing, his muscles seizing from the extreme cold, but his grip on Ivy never wavered. He slammed a palm against the external sensor.

Dax asked, completely unfazed. "Worse," I said, my fingers flying over my keyboard as I decrypted a fresh packet of data pouring in from the coastal sensors. "The Ark in the Mariana Trench isn't an aerial fortress like Neo-Angeles. It's designated as Abyssal-One. It's a high-pressure, deep-sea manufacturing hub. And they aren't sending drop-ships." I hit a key, throwing the coastal radar onto the main holographic projector. The western coastline only thirty miles from our grounded crater was lighting up like a Christmas tree. But the signatures weren't in the sky. They were emerging from the ocean.

WORLD LOADED: ABYSSAL STATION THALASSA BIOSPHERE: SUBSURFACE OCEAN, DEEP TRENCH PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: RESTORE POWER TO CENTRAL HUB SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: DEEPEN ROMANTIC SYNCHRONIZATION HAZARD LEVEL: LETHAL (PRESSURE, TOXICITY, FAUNA) WARNING: OXYGEN LIMITED A panicked gasp tore from her throat, but no sound came out. Bubbles streamed past her face. She was deep underwater, wearing a form-fitting, resilient suit with a glowing hud on the wrist. An oxygen counter ticked down in the corner of her vision: 02: 45:00.

"This one is farther. Half a day's sail. An old lighthouse on a rock stack. There's a boy there. Name is Finn. He's fifteen. He can breathe underwater." "Breathe underwater?" Jaden's eyes went wide. "Modified gills," Sable said. "The Council tried to make deep-sea workers. Most died. Finn survived." I looked at the sky. Clouds were gathering in the west. "We need to move fast. Storm coming." Sable nodded. She fired up the engine, and we pushed away from the black sand beach. Wren sat beside me on a wooden crate. She still didn't speak. But she was watching. Learning. Her brown eyes followed everything Sable did, everything Kai said, everything Jaden dropped in the water.

For all I know, Aaron will keep me barefoot and pregnant until I'm no longer able to be. "There's our packlands." She points to a spot in the valley, a few miles from where we are. From here I can see the impression of a small village tucked between rock formations. "And that's Spider Creek. It's a human town." Her finger shifts slightly away, pointing to another town, larger than the one before. From the looks of it, it's not that far away from the Soleus territory. Maybe a fifteen-minute run, if that. Why would Soleus have their village so close to humans?

It is the only gift I have left to give them. “South face. Bay nine.” Sarah brings the wounded sub around and lets it fall, controlled, down the last of the trench wall toward the coordinates, and the dark outside the viewport begins, for the first time in hours, to lighten. Not to daylight. Nothing so kind. A deep dim glow resolves out of the black below us, blue-white and vast, the lit underside of something enormous built into the wall of the world, and as we sink toward it the scale of it keeps refusing to stop, lights upon lights upon lights, a city’s worth of them, burning at the bottom of an ocean that has never known the sun.

Zephyr added and this time tears rolled down I and Dante's cheeks and with a loud splash, Dante and I landed in the water. An Alpha must never cry above water.

Sofyia pointed out. “Austin is welcome to come here. I have spoken with Alpha Kalvin. His pack has New York, Pennsylvania and New Jersey. He has all his men watching out for Bryce and Rhashad. Even though Bryce does not smell like your typical rogue, he still holds a scent that tells anyone he is not from a pack.” I explained. “What state is Bairn’s pack in? I only now realized I have no idea, and I feel like an idiot.” Aerian remarked. “The Black Lunar pack includes Maryland, West Virginia and Virginia.” Sofyia told her.