Under the sea surface.
At a depth exceeding two hundred and thirty meters, even for the Extraordinary, this was nearly the limit.
After all, for every 10 meters of water depth, one additional atmosphere is added. Two hundred and thirty meters plus an additional normal atmosphere is almost 24 atmospheres.
A normal person's heart would be compressed to smaller than a plum here.
Of course, that's assuming they're not dead yet.
Glub-glub...
Held tightly by Reynolds Ban, Aiven was still sinking.
Iron-like arms clamped around Aiven's body, tightening with creaking sounds. An ordinary Extraordinary wouldn't need to wait to drown or be killed by water pressure; they'd already be crushed into two by sheer brute force.
Even Aiven wasn't feeling too well, hearing his ribs cracking under such brutish violence.
Luckily.
As they sunk deeper, Reynolds Ban's once-immense power began to rapidly diminish, allowing Aiven to catch a slight breather.
