The Nereus detached from its docking clamps with a series of heavy, mechanical thunks. For a moment, it hung suspended in the moon pool, surrounded by the dim, artificial lights of the underground facility. Then, with a low thrum that vibrated through the deck plates, the magnetohydrodynamic drives engaged, and the vessel began to sink. The light from above faded quickly, replaced by the inky blue of the open ocean. Soon, even that was gone, swallowed by an absolute, profound blackness. The only illumination came from the console lights inside the sub, casting the crew's faces in eerie, shifting glows, and the powerful external beams that cut twin cones through the eternal night outside. Kyle stood by the main viewport, his hands resting on a cool metal rail. He watched as the last faint traces of sunlight vanished, leaving a world of nothing. It was a void, a perfect representation of the emptiness he felt inside after the funeral. The anger was still there, a cold stone in

The sterile, humming silence of the Star Labs R&D wing was a second home to Sophie . She saved her work with a final, decisive tap on her holographic interface, the complex quantum state equations winking out of existence. The faint glow of the city through her office window was the only light left. She was done for the day. The weight of her, her brother and the even more unsettling questions from Derek West felt heavy on her shoulders. She just wanted to go home, to her quiet apartment, and try to forget the strange undercurrents pulling at her life. She slid her tablet into her bag and stood, smoothing her lab coat. As she turned to leave, a figure detached itself from the shadows of the corridor, leaning casually against her doorframe. "Miss Solph. Burning the midnight oil?" Sophie started, her hand flying to her chest. "Mr. West. You startled me." Devon West stood there, a picture of casual arrogance in a tailored suit that probably cost more than her monthly salary.

Seventy two hours. That was how long they had lived in the crushing, silent womb of the Nereus. The world had shrunk to the constant hum of life support, the glow of console lights, and the endless, oppressive blackness beyond the viewport. The encounter with the wreck was a distant memory, a ghost story from the upper layers. Now, they had reached the bottom of the world. The external lights cut through the water, illuminating a landscape that was truly alien. The seabed here was not flat, but a series of bizarre, mineralized spires that rose like the ruins of a sunken city. And there, nestled between two particularly large formations, was their target. It wasn't a fortress or a ziggurat. It was the anchor. But it was different. Larger. More… organic. It looked less like a machine and more like a grotesque, metallic heart that had been grafted directly onto the ocean floor. Veins of pulsating violet energy throbbed across its obsidian surface, and the familiar, hateful h

Kyle's POV The transition was not a journey but a severing. One moment, the crushing pressure of the deep sea, the violent tug of the kraken's tentacle, the shrieking void of the portal. The next silence. A silence so absolute it was a sound in itself. A pressure so immense it felt less like weight and more like the universe itself was holding its breath. I gasped, but there was no air to pull into his lungs. Yet, i did not suffocate. I simply… was. He floated, untethered, in a realm of non Euclidian nightmare. This was not space. It was the between. The place behind the cracks. The "sky" was a swirling vortex of colors that had no name, bleeding into one another in a constant, nauseating dance. jagged, obsidian spires that defied gravity twisted up from a "ground" that seemed to be made of solidified shadow and molten, violet energy. In the distance, things that might have been mountains or the ribcages of dead gods pierced the chaotic horizon. The air or what passe

The sight of Rex, here, in this dimension of nightmares, was a sucker punch to Kyle’s soul. It was impossible. It was a violation of reality itself. The bully he’d left for dead, now standing as a herald of the abyss, smiling with borrowed power. “You…” Kyle breathed, the word barely a whisper lost in the oppressive hum of the realm. Rex’s violet eyes glowed with malicious delight. “Surprised, commoner?” he sneered, his voice a grotesque parody of the boy he’d been, now layered with a sibilant, otherworldly echo. “You left me here. You got your fancy powers and you ran. You left me to die in the dark.” He took a step forward, cracking his knuckles. A nimbus of dark, crackling energy a sickening mix of violet and pure black swirled around his fists. It wasn't a gifted power. It was something else. Something demonic. “But she found me. She showed me what real power feels like. And now,” he grinned, a predator’s smile, “I’m gonna return the favor. I’m gonna kill you slowly.