Chapter 19
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The pressure at the bottom of the Mariana Trench was over sixteen thousand pounds per square inch—a weight that should have turned Babylon into a ball of scrap metal. But Freya’s [Zero-Point Ice] held, the translucent shell glowing with a rhythmic, ghostly blue light as the mountain-fortress finally settled onto the silt of the ocean floor.

​[Depth: 36,000 Feet]

[External Pressure: CRITICAL]

[Status: Hull Stabilized by Cryo-Reinforcement]

​"We’re on the bottom," Zhao Wei gasped, his breath visi
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