Blood on the Asphalt biker
The black water outside suddenly rushed past us, and with a heavy, sickening thud that shook the entire cabin, we touched down on the bottom of the Mariana Trench.
I routed the remaining power to the forward high-beams, illuminating the abyss.
Nobody spoke. The breath caught in my throat.
We weren't sitting in an empty trench of sand and rock. We had landed on the outskirts of an underwater metropolis that defied human comprehension.
Abyssal-One didn't look like the pristine, floating sphere of Neo-Angeles. It was a sprawling, jagged nightmare of hyper-dense, pressurized black iron, covering miles of the trench floor. It was illuminated by millions of glowing, sickly green sub-ether veins th