"Has the message been sent?" Sidney asked, somewhat agitated.
"It's been sent, but there's been no response."
"Keep sending it. Don't stop. Perhaps Lady Camilla has simply been held up by something. Sending our coordinates continuously will also tell her where we are."
Everyone looked out through the portholes.
The water in the Deep Zone was murky and dark, but the occasional bubbles drifting past told them that the Judgment Angel was sinking.
Fortunately, the crew member at the controls had been conscientious enough to shut down all propulsion before dying, so the ship was only drifting slowly downward rather than speeding into the depths.
But even that was dangerous enough.
The Ascent Curse fell on everyone equally, with no way to escape it.
Once they sank deep enough, they would never be able to return to the Shallow Zone.
Everyone looked grim.
"How about... we try charging through and wiping out these monsters?" Michel suggested quietly.
At his words, various expressions crossed their faces, most of them fearful.
This wasn't right. Even the weakest among them was middle rank, and there were several high-rank Supernatural people.
With their strength, even if there were hundreds of monsters, fighting their way through would only be a matter of time.
Sidney frowned. He, too, had noticed the terror pervading the cabin.
"Let's wait and see whether anyone answers our call for help. It won't be too late to risk our lives once we're certain we're on our own."
His gaze swept over the group and settled on one of the more severely wounded.
"I remember your name was... Jeremy? Tell us how you were injured. Let's first put together what we know about the monsters!"
Half the man's body had been crushed to pulp. Only the powerful vitality of a Supernatural person