It was a treacherous swim, the kind of dive that left no room for panic. The current tugged and twisted around their legs, and the ceiling seemed to dip lower with every meter. Elias’s chest burned with the weight of the water pressing down. He tried not to think about how much air was left in his tank.
Ahead, Edwin’s light bobbed and flickered, the only point of reference in the endless dark. His movements were steady, determined. It was the only thing that kept Elias going. That, and the thought of not letting the kid vanish into this place alone.