Anomaly

Author: Rowen

Chapter 305 – The Primordial Fear [23]

After dealing with the giant spider, I resumed my descent toward Tenebrya, even though I had absolutely no idea where it was. My wings beat hard, pushing me deeper and deeper into the abyss.
Behind me, the reaction team followed in silence. Victor, Arthur, and especially Rupert didn’t seem to have any complaints about the speed at which I was moving.
And honestly, I couldn’t blame them. Just a few minutes earlier, all of them had been one step away from becoming spider food, anything that got them out of that place faster was reason enough to keep quiet.
Fortunately, nothing seemed to come after us. No more giant spiders, flying fish, or any other absurd anomaly. At some point, as I kept descending into the abyss, the environment began to change.
The once oppressive darkness gave way to a bluish glow rising from below, bright like the distant shine of an underwater lighthouse.
The walls, once made of twisted flesh, gradually lost their organic look. Their texture became more neutral, almost like freshly cut grass that had been washed and stretched across the surface.
Farther ahead, they started to turn translucent, revealing distorted glimpses of whatever was on the other side, vague shapes, passing shadows, and the occasional flash of light I couldn’t identify.
Colorful fish, sleek sharks, curious dolphins, imposing whales, and dozens of other marine creatures moved around us, gliding through the ocean with hypnotic grace.
The glowing coral cast beams of light in multiple colors and patterns, painting the underwater scene as if it were a living mosaic.
In the distance, massive submerged rock formations rose like natural towers, their cracks releasing small bubbles that drifted lazily toward the surface. In short, it was a breathtaking, almost unreal display of beauty.
“I have no idea how I’m supposed to feel after almost becoming dinner for a giant spider” one of the reaction team members muttered, his voice shrinking with every word.
The reaction team didn’t look much different from me, their expressions reflected the same astonishment as they took in that strangely beautiful and welcoming scenery, a stark contrast to the fact that just moments earlier we had almost been devoured by a giant spider.
Some exchanged quick glances, as if searching for confirmation that this wasn’t just an illusion, while others took a deep breath, trying to cling to the unexpected calm before the inevitable chaos caught up to us somewhere in the darkness below.
“It’s an interesting feature...” Arthur murmured suddenly, his low voice still cutting through the tension and making everyone turn toward him: “But does this happen because we’re inside the anomaly? Or did the whole area end up like this after the place turned into an anomalous environment?”
His eyes narrowed as he stared at the distant glow at the bottom of the sea: “Considering how far we’ve descended” he murmured, adjusting his monocle with a light touch: “we should be at least a few miles deep by now. The fact that we can still see light down here means we either didn’t sink as far as we thought... or something is distorting our perception”
“Maybe the inside of this thing just follows different rules than the outside world. Anomalies with temporal distortions aren’t exactly unheard of” Victor commented, crossing his arms as he shot a narrow look my way. I just blinked: “After seeing a giant spider inside a submerged anomaly, under tons of water...” he sighed, shrugging: “honestly, I’m not sure I’m even capable of being surprised anymore”
Some team members nodded at Victor’s words, while others kept unreadable expressions. I, on the other hand, was already preparing myself for another bizarre encounter, something that would appear out of nowhere, like before.
But nothing happened. No apparitions, no new anomalies in the following minutes, and we certainly didn’t have to run for our lives again. Outside, the ocean continued to follow our silent descent.
The distant lights grew colder, more bluish, as the underwater vegetation slowly changed in shape and color. The creatures around us grew paler and stranger, taking on an increasingly unsettling appearance the deeper we went.
The coral, once vibrant with shimmering colors and patterns, became dull, showing nearly faded tones. The fish, once abundant, became rarer the farther we descended, their silhouettes stretching in strange and unnerving ways. Everything around us seemed to lose life and shape, as if the ocean itself were guiding us toward a place where even light didn’t dare to enter.
A nearly inaudible comment slipped from Rupert, who was watching the scenery outside with his hands wrapped tightly around his weapon: “This is... creepy. In a lot of ways. This place gives me the chills. I can’t shake the feeling that something’s just gonna pop out of nowhere. I really don’t like it here”
All of us, including me, nodded in agreement with Rupert’s words. The truth is, this place is unsettling even for me, and I don’t usually care much about this kind of thing. Maybe it’s inevitable, nobody likes gloomy environments, and I’m not that different.
It’s not exactly fear that I feel here, but a constant sense of unease, like carrying an extra weight on my back. What really gets on my nerves is having to stay alert all the time, wondering if something is going to come out of the darkness at any moment. It’s a pain having to genuinely worry, and that alone is enough to make everything even more unpleasant.
After a few more minutes of descending, the outside was swallowed by absolute darkness. Every now and then, isolated corals jutted out from the abyss, releasing brief flashes of light, faint glimmers far too weak to actually push back the surrounding shadows. Even so, those fleeting moments of clarity only made the returning darkness feel even more suffocating.
For some reason, the feeling that something out there was watching me started to intensify, a silent weight settling at the back of my neck. Beside me, Victor was also staring into the thick darkness around us, his eyes narrowing with a tense reflex, as if he’d sensed the exact same thing.
“What’s with that look?” Rupert asked when he noticed the sudden stiffness in Victor’s expression. His forehead creased just slightly, but enough to show that something deep down had caught his attention.
At first, Victor didn’t respond. He just stayed still, eyes locked on the darkness outside. When he finally broke the silence, his words were enough to make everyone tighten their grip on their weapons against their chests.
“I feel like there’s something out there...” he muttered, his voice rough but steady: “Something that’s looking straight at us”
I knew Victor carried a fraction of my powers, enough to sharpen his senses beyond those of any normal human. So there was no doubt he could feel those invisible stares clinging to our skin as well.
It was like every trace of attention around us was converging on the exact same point of darkness where we had fixed our gaze. And still, out there... there was nothing. Just silent, dense, impenetrable emptiness.
My senses kept insisting in that same direction, signaling that something really was there. But then, suddenly, everything shifted. The sensation moved, now it was coming from behind me. I whipped my head around instantly, following the invisible thread tugging at my attention. A moment later, though delayed, Victor seemed to notice the shift too.
He narrowed his eyes, one eyebrow lifting in a reflex of alertness before he directed his stare exactly where I was looking. And then... something in him simply stopped. His expression froze, his body went rigid, almost locked in his own shock. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but no word could break through his throat.
One by one, as if noticing something was off, the other members of the response team, along with Victor, Rupert, and Arthur, turned their eyes toward the same point of darkness where Victor and I were staring.
Their reactions mirrored ours perfectly: wide eyes, disbelief written all over their faces, bodies tense as if every muscle had turned to stone. A thick silence spread through the group, making it painfully clear that whatever that thing was, everyone was seeing the same thing.
Where there should have been only darkness, there was a colossal eye. The pupil, thin and vertical, resembled that of a predator, while the sclera, a dull, faded gold, emitted a strange, faint but persistent glow that carved through the surrounding black. It was like that silent light was trying to force its way through the void, revealing the presence of something that should never have existed there.
Not a single sound had been made since the moment the eye appeared. No one dared to speak, no one moved, even our breathing felt suspended, as if the air itself had lost the courage to circulate. Some covered their mouths with their hands, trying to stifle any involuntary sound that might betray them.
The narrow pupil shifted slowly from side to side, sweeping through the void like a patient predator searching for its prey. Each movement was smooth, and terrifying. It lasted only a few seconds, miserably short, almost insignificant, but for those watching, it felt like hours.
Then the eye closed again, as silently and abruptly as it had appeared, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone. Outside, everything descended once more into absolute darkness.
But this time, it wasn’t just the absence of light. We could feel, with an uncomfortable certainty, that the darkness was hiding presences, things we couldn’t have imagined even in our worst nightmares.
One by one, the sounds of short, rapid breaths began to echo, as if everyone had only just remembered how to breathe. And still, no one looked away from the spot where that colossal eye had been just moments earlier.
It was almost possible to hear the collective thought, as clear as my own: Is that thing coming back? Why the hell didn’t it attack? Did it not see us? Questions no one dared to voice, but that hung in the air with the same suffocating weight as the silence surrounding us.
“What the hell was that? That’s the scariest thing I’ve ever seen...” Rupert whispered, his voice trembling. His breaths still came short and uneven, like every sip of air scraped against his lungs. His hands shook slightly as he tried to catch his breath, eyes scanning the darkness around us for any sign that the thing might return.
“I have no idea what that was, but I can guarantee it wasn’t friendly. We were lucky, really lucky, that thing didn’t see us” Victor murmured. His voice came out steady, but carried an uneasy nervousness he was trying, and failing, to hide.

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