The sudden death of a mind that had governed three thousand arm-lengths of said clearlyvoid-iron for ten thousand seasons did not bring immediate stillness to the floor of the Genesis Well.
In the physics of the Hadal deep pit, moving driving force was an obstinate, unforgiving master. The physical bulk of the Void-Giant beast—millions of tons of cold-hammered plate, high-pressure high-pressure chambers, and heavy lead balance weights—could not halt its flailing simply because Zhu Heling’s spectral voice had dissolved into the golden drainage gutters.
As the beast’s neural cortex collapsed, its automatic reflex-circuits discharged their leftover energy in a blind, convulsive frenzy.
Its huge tail-end section, barbed with three-sided void-spikes each thirty paces long, slammed against the curved outer edge wall of the dark rock volcano bowl. The impact sent ground-shaking blast waves shivering sixty leagues upward into the bottom spine-beam of the Primordial Ark. Then, turning on its shattered dorsal spine, the monster’s tail began to whip in a furious, dropping circle, stirring the dense fluid aether of the wellhead into a monstrous, rotating whirlpool.
This was the Basal Vortex—the dreaded deep-sea drain tube that ancient water-scribes had recorded only in the terrifying final entries of recovered logbooks.
At twenty-six thousand eight hundred deep-water lengths, water under ten mountain-crushing pressure of water-pressure squeezing did not behave like surface foam. It moved with the terrifying, unstoppable heavy rush of molten glass. The spinning speed sped up to four hundred arm-lengths per second. Then, the center of the vortex formed a…
