All the submarines began to roll, and everyone and everything on deck tumbled along with them.
"Did we run into a god?" The question, spoken by an unknown crewman, echoed in everyone's hearts as fear began to well up inside them.
Gritting his teeth and clinging desperately to the smokestack, Deep shouted, "No! That's not a god! It's the skeletal creature we saw before, only this time it's alive!"
His words didn't help much. Whether it was a god or something bigger than an island, to them, it was a dead end.
Just as Deep finished speaking, a large section of the Narwhal's hull caved in with an ear-piercing screech of metal. The ship was taking on water!
There wasn't much they could do in this situation except helplessly surface.
The massive steel plates were pried open. Using his night vision, Deep instinctively looked up. In the darkness, a bloated, grotesque, and terrifying body appeared right in front of him.
