The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 218

This was Sloane's second dive.

Three hundred feet, six hundred feet, nine hundred feet...

The descent was going incredibly well. Even when she breached thirteen hundred feet, the catastrophic pressure spike she had experienced the first time never materialized. Furthermore... the water felt slightly warmer than before.

Sloane checked the gauge on her wrist. Thirty-nine degrees?

The White Lake was a subglacial freshwater reservoir. Thanks to immense pressure, geothermal activity, and an impossibly thick ice cap insulating it from the surface, the water temperature naturally ran much higher than the air outside.

However, the standard range should have hovered right around twenty-eight to thirty degrees. Sloane couldn't figure out why it had suddenly spiked to thirty-nine.

Could it be...

Before she could finish the thought, a massive force slammed into her from the side!

It was like a brick wall collapsing directly on top of her, throwing her violently to the left. Sloane's body went into a tailspin, her flippers thrashing uselessly against the water as she was swept away like a leaf caught in a hurricane.

She instinctively threw her hands out, trying to grab onto something—anything. But her fingers closed around empty water.

There was nothing. The lakebed erupted, sending massive plumes of silt and mud spiraling upward like a reverse blizzard, instantly turning her vision into a swirling, suffocating shade of muddy yellow. The thick sediment completely swallowed the beam of her headlamp, killing visibility entirely.

She was totally blind!

On the surface.

"Sloane? Sloane! What's happening?"

Josh's panicked voice screamed into the mic, but all that came back was a deafening wave of static.

Every single heart on the ice stopped.

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