Chapter Eleven
Substratosphere
We lock arms, resting our heads together, our minds connected as one, and in a flash of a brain cell, we find ourselves swimming through an ocean under silhouettes of light; we swim deeper into the unknown. I can communicate with Rion and Tyrann through the power of thought.
“Rex,” I hear Rion’s voice inside my mind, “we have to track those precise coordinates that Alex gave us.”
“I hear you, Rion,” I reply. My brain transmits in color under the ocean, illuminating like a jellyfish, tracking the coordinates of the impact site. “It’s deep, Rion, really deep. An ocean trench is about half a mile up ahead; that’s where we need to be.”
Tyrann shoots me an OK sign. Rion nods.
This is just too weird, I think. Me, us, being able to breathe underwater … I still
