The ocean stretched before them like a living thing — endless, black, and whispering secrets only the brave or the broken dared to hear. The wind bit through Natalie’s soaked clothes, whipping strands of hair across her face. Ethan stirred in her arms, crying softly, the sound barely audible over the crashing waves.
Adrian stood at the water’s edge, scanning the horizon through a compact digital scope. His jaw was tight, his voice even tighter.
“Coordinates match. Kara wasn’t lying. The signal’s coming from beneath the Mariana Trench.”
Natalie blinked through the spray. “The trench? As in… the deepest place on earth?”
He lowered the scope, eyes meeting hers. “That’s where Voss built Atlantis.”
The name sent a shiver crawling down her spine. Atlantis. Once a myth. Now, their only path
