The Ocean’s Wrath

Beneath the surface, the water was eerily still, as if holding its breath. Kyla moved swiftly and silently, a ghost among the deep blue shadows, her wetsuit blending seamlessly with the water around her. Her every movement was calculated, her knowledge of the ocean’s currents and terrain her only advantage. The saltwater stung her cuts, and the cold seeped into her bones, but she pushed it aside. Survival was her only focus.

The world was quieter down here, the only sound the rhythmic beating of her heart and the faint hiss of her breathing apparatus. But that peace was shattered as a heavy thrum reverberated through the ocean floor. The water around her started to churn unnaturally. She felt it before she saw it: the release of toxic chemicals into the currents, turning the once-pristine blue into a poisonous green haze.