Deep in the endless sea, a sight that would shock any Angarian was slowly unfolding.
A team of three were haphazardly floating all over the place while engaged in a strange activity.
Of them, one man's eyes were closed, and he seemed to be concentrating acutely on something. His companions glanced at him occasionally, and each time they saw that his expression was unchanged, one of frustration would come on their own faces.
Still, this would only stay for the briefest moment before they would be engaged once again in the task that they had been given- to fend off the creatures which really, really wanted to taste humans after a long, long time.
