The surface vanished in seconds.
At first, there was a pale turquoise shimmer filtered down from the storm above, dancing across the churning waves like broken glass. But as their boots kicked harder and their bodies sank deeper, the ocean swallowed the sun. The blue turned to bruised purple, then to deep slate, and finally to an endless, suffocating black.
There was no sky. There was no ground. There was only the open, weightless void of the ocean and the single, razor-sharp golden thread of Orisyl's celestial blood cutting down through the dark like a living beam of starlight.
