"Then, we cut our way through." Kaen said, and the water shuddered as he immediately thrusted his arm west-ward, no rallying cry or any more words of comfort.
The Lieutenant didn't need to speak as he swam towards the West Perimeter, and all the squads surged forward behind him, their bodies angling into sleek lines as they swap deeper.
The deeper they swam, the more the world changed. The ruined streets of the Market District gave way to descending avenues carved into coral stone.
Buildings half-collapsed leaned against one another like drowning giants. Enormous shadow-pits, collapsed pressure vents, lined the streets, leaking thick plumes of abyssal smoke.
"Readings are spiking," Serah muttered as her visor flickered. "The ambient pressure is still climbing."
"Which means more beasts," Kaen replied as they continued forward, feeling the various changes in the water and mana flow.
