Seeing the sonar screen finally return to silence, everyone in the cockpit breathed a huge sigh of relief. Whatever that thing was, at least it was gone.
No one wanted to encounter anything from the sea, especially not in a place as strange as this.
"Turn all the lights on. Keep moving forward." The Narwhal's propellers spun up again.
This time, nothing else interfered. Charles steered back to a position directly above the pitch-black opening.
This black hole was actually just beyond the stairwell Charles had explored earlier. It was just around a bend, but they hadn't noticed it at all.
As seawater completely filled the remaining space in the ballast tanks, the submarine slowly sank toward the giant pit.
Soon, the Narwhal reached the spot where Charles's clothes had been torn. He could even see Room 15, now flooded, as random debris slowly drifted out from inside.
