“Up ahead,” Vanna said into the communication unit. Cove leaned forward. Rocky formations rose around her. They’d reached it: the ocean’s floor, three hundred and twelve feet from breathable air. The angle of their descent altered. Instead of traveling straight down, Vanna led them forward at an angle. The mountainous rocks, softened by layers of snow-like sediment, rose on either side of them. Then, ahead, she saw it. Cove drew a slow breath as the bow of an immense metal ship surged out of the darkness.
