Hey, so, new chapter! :D
I'm afraid I'll keep to the slower updates for at least the remainder of this month. I need to write some more to give myself a buffer of chapters before I go back to posting weekly.
The Eternal Hell, Part VI
As was his wont for most of his time awake, Magellan had been in the bathroom when Impel Down trembled as though shaken by a giant child playing house. He'd fallen off the toilet, melted a good part of the furniture, and hurried to get himself presentable.
When he stepped out of the bathroom —at a reasonable pace, for there was no reason to startle anyone— his men were already checking the screens and talking on their den den mushis, asking for the status of the entire prison.
Magellan had turned to the nearest officer to ask for an update when everything shook again. Guards lunged forward to catch equipment, while others moved out of the way of falling objects, or simply lost their balance, caught off guard by the sudden tremor. Magellan kept his footing, a grim feeling settling in his chest. In all his years in Impel Down, such a thing had never happened. The prison was too sturdy, too well built, to be affected by the creatures that lurked outside.
But for it to happen twice in a row? Something was very wrong.
"That came from below," he said, as much to himself as to his men. "Contact levels five and six. See what is happening there."
They had lost contact with level six. Level five had reported some disarray due to the tremors, but level six hadn't responded to the attempts at reaching them.
Magellan's first order was to send a contingent of level five guards to check what was happening. They lost contact with those guards not even ten minutes afterwards. So he ordered the activation of level six's special security measures.
The systems didn't respond.
Fearing the worst, Magellan ordered his men to contact Hannyabal, Sadie, and Saldeath.
