Despair had a new definition. It closely resembled being stranded atop a sheer mountain, surrounded by crazy drones while deadly ocean waters rose around it.
Hope, on the other hand, looked an awful lot like the Belle hovering overhead. Emma stood and craned to peer upward. It didn't exactly prove easy to see what happened, not with the drones in the way. There were eight of them in total, three more than in the cavern, but only five were completely intact. Of the other three, parts of their limbs were missing, and Emma was going to take a wild guess and blame the rapidly encroaching water.
The one thing that gave her hope that she might not get wiped out of existence was the fact that she'd found something atop this stone outcropping, something old, tattered, and yet not dissolved. She clutched it in her hands, along with Mikhail's breastplate, as she watched Rafe - that loveable psychotic - jump out of the Belle without much concern for landing.