Factory Reset: Divine Corruption

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Ink has Bled

The deep dark fog that perforated the oceans' lower levels was like swimming through ink. Sticky and gooey, even sickly slimy. Mason could hardly see his hands, even if he put them right in front of his face. The light coming off of Bathysphere, supposed to be luminescent blue in the darkness, was barely seeable through the black depths.

As Mason and his protogen softly descended through the water, they felt soft tremors pulse through the floor of the ocean, reverberating through the water. Bathysphere commented on the unique rhythm, though said nothing else on the matter.

The ocean was unceremoniously bare, with not a single living sea-creature alive and well to see. The Pattern-Screamers had been there for so long that they had rotted the sections of the planet they arrived on, and it was spreading fast. They couldn't even see all that many feral animals near Rinse.

Although smell couldn't come into Mason's hood due to the respirator and the advanced technologies within, Bathysphere commented on the smell in his stead, "Like decaying flesh and rotten meat." He told his captain, actually physically shivering at the horrid stench.

The water slowly became clearer the longer they swam, to the point where Mason could see a few feet ahead of him. The two drifted to the ocean's floor, settling down upon a formation of rocks and eroded buildings, it's metallic beams rusted and just a few years off of being eroded completely.

"Imenta told us to go in a straight vector. Although I have attempted my best to keep us on course, I don't think we have stayed on it." Bathysphere told his captain, sighing as he settled back against the ruined building. The geometric protogen sat atop what could have been the homes' roof, now looking more like a meteor hole.

"That's fine, Bathy. Let's just make sure we go in the proper direction." Mason told him, easing himself atop the building's walls, sighing deeply. He had been pulled along by the water that Bathysphere controlled for a total of thirty minutes at this point. He was quite sore.

Mason drew the small extendable trident, manifesting it from the suit's interior pockets. Although his fur was briefly exposed to the water, he was feeling happier now that he had the trident, Prismarine, in his hands. Mason held it forward, pressing his webbed thumb against the button.

With a silenced scratch of magnetic locks and energy, the pole extended from the bottom, anchoring against the barren floor and smashing through the weak foundations. Mason smiled, thumbing the button again to retract the pole.

Bathysphere turned his head to the side, his visor flashing in a light blue hue. He stood up gently, softly floating down from his vantage point, "Captain, I think I know the direction the army is retreating from. Give me a moment, please." Bathysphere told his captain, and Mason nodded silently.

Bathysphere pressed his open palm against the open water, creasing his claws together. Bathysphere sighed, opening his maw and allowing the water to flood into the caved space. His claws took on a deep blue glow, pulsing with energy as a large portion of his Boson Energy surged through his every vessel.

"Oceanic Resonance." Bathysphere breathed out, the water in his maw immediately blasted out as the water around him warmed up. A tidal wave of energy rushed over Mason and past him, expanding out for hundreds of miles as Bathysphere felt for the army.

The geometric protogen softly fell beside Mason, stumbling backwards a short foot before catching himself. Bathysphere shook himself, easing his claws together as he absorbed the information that Oceanic Resonance gifted him.

"Yes. Thirteen miles west of here. Captain?" Bathysphere recited, turning his head to Mason. Once the rabbit nodded, Bathysphere thrusted his hand forward, igniting a blue spark in his palm. The water behind both of them pulsed with energy as it was forced to move him and his captain forward at great speeds.