Lora’s voice persisted, drowned out by Raymond’s horrific screaming. His visor spider-webbed. A horrible crack came from his helmet, and by then, Lora’s voice was long gone, turned into pure static. It was all over. This was how he was going to die, Raymond realized—alone, in the abyss of the oceanic depths too hostile for any human to tread through, his corpse left to rot in this godforsaken, lightless void. Before he could contemplate that thought properly, he hit the ground hard, and his vision went dark.
