Anthem was ready by the time they dropped anchor, her rebreather secured to her face. She dove in after Finnick, the trip to the drop shorter than the last for how well they knew the area at this point.

Luckily, stealth didn't seem to be required anyway, as the drop seemed... eerily silent. The glow dulled in places by darkness. Anthem felt her stomach drop, but she continued swimming, stopping a few feet away from one of those swirling pools of blackness.

"This isn't good."