They swam deeper into the ocean. Deeper. Darker. The further they went, the more Reader relied on Ernest's struggling light to find him. Then the ocean started to brighten, as if coming from a cloud. Steadily a soft glow filled the water. They reached the ocean's floor.
Ernest landed in the soft silt at the bottom. He waved his light, its beam harsh compared to the glow all around.
The ocean floor was covered in ruins giving off soft light. Greens, blues even reds. Reader hovered a bit, taking in the crumbling sights, before landing next to Ernest - expectant.
"There's a lot of stone, brick and ceramic down here. Perhaps a sunken city. I spotted some ship wreckage too. We should keep moving so that ... the thing that attacked us earlier, will have a harder time finding us. Let's go Reader."
"I have questions Ernest."
The guy was already ducking under a crumbling arch, the ocean sand beneath his feet turning into swirling clouds.
"Ask away Reader. I'll answer to the best of my ability."
