Descent of the Hunter

The water trembled. Not from the abyss below, but from above.

Daniel's fins twitched as he sensed it—a presence slicing through the ocean with a terrifying speed. The very currents around him warped and buckled as if the sea itself recoiled in fear of its arrival. High above, the surface shimmered with an uneasy light, and the pressure of something immense pressed upon the water. Instantly, every instinct in his body screamed that this was no ordinary disturbance.

Mira's eyes locked onto the darkness above, her muscles tensing like a coiled spring ready to snap. "We have to move. Now," she urged, her voice low but firm, reverberating in the heavy water around them.