"Inefficient," Alvian muttered, his voice echoing weirdly inside the localized air bubble of his own aura. "If I wanted to move this slowly, I would have taken the stairs."
His enhanced vision, capable of piercing through stealth magic and dimensional rifts, finally picked up a light in the impenetrable gloom below. It wasn't the gentle, bioluminescent blue of the Azureus deep. It was a sickly, pulsating yellow glow that made the water around it taste like rotting meat and corrupted data.
Alvian engaged his repulsors, the [Greaves of the Tide-Runner] flaring to life. He slowed his terminal-velocity descent to a gentle, controlled drift, touching down on the silt-covered floor of the trench without kicking up so much as a cloud of dust.
