#88: In the Nick of Time

The revelation hit Kelsey like a physical blow—the Patriot itself was the creature. Suppressing a wave of nausea, she sprinted towards the hatch, her mind reeling with disbelief. Outside, the creature extended one of its tendrils, relentlessly battering at the porthole door in a frenzy of rage and desperation.

With seconds to spare, they scrambled back into the safety of the submersible. As they sped away, Kelsey couldn’t shake the haunting sound of the creature’s anguished screams—a gut-wrenching testament to its insatiable hunger and unrelenting fury echoing through the depths of the ocean.