The Lady Rill plunged downward.
Water roared around them, the sound filling their ears as if it was trying to go straight into their brains.
It wasn't just a fall. It was a pull, a grip from the throat of the sea dragging them into the depths.
The shattered sky above had vanished into a swirl of black, and the boat rocked and spun like driftwood in a whirlpool, tossed about with no mercy.
Ren held onto the side of the boat with both hands, his Push resonance flaring around him just to stay balanced.
Zuzu was at the helm, but barely. The current had taken control, and the sea no longer listened to her.
Thorn had tied himself to the boat, one arm around Elias who was bracing against the rails.
Lilith had her arms around Ren, her hair streaming behind her.
The water howled. And then, ahead of them, it opened.
They broke through a spiraling wall of mist, and there it was.
A waterfall.
A monstrous, vertical drop carved out of a jagged black cliff.
