“We have to go,” I gasped out. “Back to the city. Hurry!”
A pale figure slammed into the cockpit of the Hippocampus, clinging to the outside of the glass. Minnow screamed, and Crankshaft immediately moved into action, hooves on levers and switches. With a jolt, we disconnected from the docking station, and began floating upwards.
The creature on the glass pressed its face against the surface, showing an orifice that was more of a gaping hole than a mouth. I could see teeth lining the entirety of the thing’s throat, and it shrieked, the piercing sound reverberating inside the submersible. I thought I saw a spiderweb of a crack in the glass.
“I don’t think so,” Crankshaft muttered, and flicked another switch. The lights came on at full strength, right on the creature. It shrieked again and reared back, losing its grip. We surged forward, the submersible pointing nearly straight up as we made for the surface of the crevasse.
All around us I could see pale creatures keeping pace, undulating through the water. When we came out of the crevasse and caught sight of the city, it was a scene right out of Tartarus. The lurking creatures swept through the city without mercy, setting everything into absolute chaos. I could see some of the ships already on fire, dark smoke pouring out as sharkponies tried to flee.