"What is that? What does it want to do now?" Inside the diving suit, Charles stared intently at the green lotus leaf beneath him.
The cold, gleaming Black Blade was already in his hand, ready to strike the moment anything popped its head out.
One minute passed, then two, then three. Whatever was beneath the lotus leaf remained motionless. Not a sound could be heard, and it seemed as if it had already left.
But after so many brushes with death, Charles's sixth sense told him with absolute certainty that there was something under that leaf.
If his opponent wouldn't move, then he would. Charles gripped his weapon and slowly edged toward the rim of the lotus leaf.
It only took a few steps to cross the basketball-court-sized lotus leaf to its edge. In the lightless environment, the seawater was like thick, impenetrable ink.
What's down there? Charles wondered.
