Half a century after the conclusion of the Submersion Plan, Tyrion once again felt a chill from this enduring project...
The "Number Three Submersibles" that surfaced one after another seemed to reappear before his eyes, and with them came images of cautious soldiers, solemn priests, and the Frost Queen, silent and stone-faced. He felt as if he were once again witnessing the opening of the submersibles' hatches, seeing the mad explorers emerge, the near-human clones, the swollen, deformed monsters, the writhing masses of flesh, the silent, eerie muck, the dried, suspicious black fibers, and... seeing the seventh "Number Three Submersible" with its empty cockpit.
"Back then, the platform was equipped with extremely tight security, many clerics and guardians were guarding the venue," Tyrion said with a frown as he recalled, "But... I must admit, your question is quite frightening."
