Chapter 65

Unsure what to do next, Midnight waited. Then the waters churned, and the single eye appeared. This time Midnight held his ground, trying not to shake despite a mix of cold, wet, and fear.

Images flashed into his mind, a jumble that he could only recognise a fragment of. But it seemed, in some way, he and the Leviathan had connected. It moved, enough to display the mechanical attachment that was a vastly larger version of the one he’d removed from the polymus.

“Well, this isn’t going to be a quick job.” Midnight studied it until satisfied it looked the same, if just much bigger and selected a screwdriver. Sending soothing thoughts as best he could. Midnight began to work.

Sweat trickled down Midnight’s brow, and he dashed it away with his arm, not wanting to stop the intricate work. He had no idea how much time had elapsed and could only hope and pray the others were okay.