Before them lay an ocean trench, a massive canyon formed where two tectonic plates met and tore apart. Even with the Black Sun illuminating the waters, they could not see how deep it went. All they could hear was the distinct, rhythmic sound of drums coming from within.
The vibrations created ripples that washed over their armor, leaving them with a numb, prickling sensation, while the icy seawater kept them awake.
It was like getting a Thai massage at a bathhouse, just as the pressure had made you so comfortable you were drifting off to sleep, when the seven Calabash Brothers suddenly burst through the door and declared that the masseuse was their grandfather, then called you a demon.
It was a little abstract, but that was exactly what the disordered feeling before them was like.
Normally, Su Ming felt safe whenever he was in darkness. That had been true even before he mastered the Dark Concepts.
But the darkness before them was different. It gave them the sense that there was nothing there at all. If Blank had felt like a sheet of white paper with no story written on it and no lyrics set to music, then this time, even the paper itself did not exist.
"Gulp." Bobo swallowed. The closer they got to the Abyss, the more his beast instincts screamed warnings in his head. "Slade, are we really going down there? When I go to an Amusement Park, I never even visit the Haunted House. I feel terrible right now."
The gorilla did not look good, though since he was black to begin with, the only way to tell was by his grim expression.
He rarely looked this serious. He was a social creature and a bar owner; putting on a sour face would hurt business.