The tension on her left wing snapped and went slack. The clearing: The ghost net drifted away into the abyss.
The Great Manta hovered. She could have crushed the small creature with a single, powerful surge of her body. Instead, she stayed suspended in the column of water, watching the diver with a massive, black, intelligent eye. The tension on her left wing snapped and went slack
Through the blur of the ocean, a shape appeared. It was small, awkward, and bubbled violently from its face. A human diver. powerful surge of her body. Instead