Valeria stood perfectly still inside her anchored sapphire bubble. She was completely isolated on the dark basalt plateau. The vast, crushing expanse of the Midnight Zone pressed heavily against the magical barrier, but the interior remained a sanctuary of calm, oxygenated air.
She could not see the battle, but she could absolutely feel it.
The deep sea was an environment of perfect acoustic and kinetic conductivity. Every single time Caspian moved, the sheer displacement of water sent a massive hydrostatic shockwave rippling through the trench. The ocean floor trembled beneath her boots. The towering hydrothermal chimneys of dark stone groaned in protest against the violent, localized shifts in ambient pressure.
