Time lost all measure amid absolute darkness and boiling clamor. Connors's shattered consciousness, like wreckage scattered from a sunken ship, drifted, collided, and sank in the icy seawater.
When the scorching torrent from the abyssal crust—a liquid laden with an intense Sulfur Aura and Death Aura—first violently washed over the surviving ends of his nerve bundles, which were covered in rough mineralized tissue, a primal tremor from the deepest reaches of his genes ignited.
It was not fear, but an almost greedy yearning.
An instinct born of the Godzilla bloodline instantly overwhelmed the confusion and weakness brought by fragments of human memory. Like the most sensitive detector, his remaining tissue locked firmly onto this energy coordinate in the darkness.
Hydrothermal vents were a frenzied forge of life within this eternal prison of darkness.
Towering "Black Smokers" and "White Smokers," as enormous as chimneys, rose from the seafloor, spewing Hell's broth at temperatures reaching 400°C from fissures in the crust.
The scalding fluid, rich in Hydrogen sulfide (HS), methane, and Metal ion, let out a roar-like boil the instant it met the freezing seawater, nearly 0–2°C. It precipitated black sulfide mineral particles and built strange chimney formations. There was no blessing of sunlight here, yet it birthed a startling oasis of life.
Giant tube worms swayed like an eerie white forest, relying on symbiotic bacteria within their bodies to turn poisonous Hydrogen sulfide into organic nutrients. Blind shrimp densely blanketed the rocks at the edges of the vents, their shells likewise supporting bacterial farms dependent on chemosynthesis. Heat-resistant mussels, worms, and bizarre microbial mats were also present... This was a boiling, clamorous alien world built upon chemicals of death.
Guided by ocean currents and his faint autonomous consciousness, the fragments of Connors's remaining body finally sank, half-buried in the relatively "mild"