The bright streetlights made the streets crystal clear, yet walking down the deserted underwater street, Charles couldn't shake off a sense of eeriness.
"Weapons ready, stay alert," Charles continuously reminded the sailors around him using flag language.
Above them, the dark torpedo launch ports of the Unicorne were now open, ready to attack at the first sign of any enemy.
"Whoosh"—a white flash passed by at the distant end of the street. Charles saw it but did not give chase.
"There's something here, they've begun to notice us," Charles felt a sense of foreboding.
Knowing he couldn't just sit and wait for the inevitable, Charles subtly gestured, and Deep slowly swam away.
Pretending as if nothing had happened, Charles continued to lead the crew slowly down the street, deliberately not allowing them to enter the surrounding buildings to explore, lest they be ambushed by whatever it was that had just passed.
