The weight of the ocean should have crushed us instantly. The sheer physics of the Atlantic at that depth was a death sentence for any biological creature. But as the wall of water hit the surface of the silver wells, something impossible happened. The liquid silver didn't mix with the salt water; instead, it exploded outward in a violent, protective sphere of white and violet energy.
In the center of the sphere, Leo and Liam opened their eyes. They weren’t gold anymore. They weren’t violet. They were a solid, brilliant white—the color of a thousand suns condensed into two small pairs of eyes. They floated in the center of the vortex, their small hands outstretched, holding back the weight of the Atlantic Ocean with nothing but the sheer, raw force of their newly awakened will.
“Mama,”
