Gasping for breath, Sunny rolled out of the shadows and fell on the wet rocks at the edge of the rolling waves. Streams of water flowed from his armor, and his whole body was trembling.
"C—cold… ah, s—so cold…"
Gritting his teeth, he stood up and shivered as the wind assaulted him. At that moment, not even his Ascended constitution and the Memory of Ice could protect him from being chilled to the bone.
But even then, the claws grasping his heart were much colder.
"Curse it..."
Sunny took a step forward, stumbled, then righted himself and stopped. His fists were clenched.
'Ariadne. It must have been the Ariadne.'
The broken piece of the hull, the brass button, it all made too much terrible sense. Of course, this evidence alone was not enough to make a definite conclusion, but Sunny was sure of it. His intuition told him that much.
No one was coming to rescue the people trapped inside LO49.
...And the Terror was going to descend upon them soon, without a doubt.
