biggyrich

Azriel’s body sank like a rock. The deep, dark, cold water consumed him like a spec drifting into the void of space. He was conscious, aware of his inescapable decent. He could feel the pressure of the water on his chest. He wasn’t sure how his systems had failed, but he thought it must have something to do with that beacon. He had tracked it after going through the data archives back in Royo. He had said he wanted to test a new flight mapping system and thought he’d try and find an old research complex mentioned in the ancient files. It was only referenced a few times and there was only a vague suggestion as to its location.