Northern was silent for a couple of seconds.
'Well, she's practically right... although I don't even know what the monster is. Whatever it is that is causing all the monsters in this depth to rampage must be something very strong'
Still, he didn't see himself dying to anything. Not now, not anytime at all.
"And the ship?"
"We'd have to fly back to the surface..."
Northern looked around; the hill he had made out of monster corpses was gone, only dry bones scattered around the surface of the murky waters.
"How long has it been anyways? Looks like a couple of months have passed."
"We did lose track of time at a point, besides we can't be too sure, not every rift has the same time flow with the outside."
She looked out of focus for a beat and came back,
"Anyways, we have to go to the surface." She extended her hand to Northern.
Who in response staggered back with pale disgust,
"What?"
