Uncanny silence.

Up to this point, the area had been teeming with chirping Peepers and bellowing Gasopods, but now there wasn't a single creature to be seen, and the land lay in eerie silence.

Spyro guessed whatever attacked the Pod must have scared everything off.

Not surprising.

Such a beautiful, vibrant setting reduced to an unsettling environment.

The Pod was barely afloat when Spyro had last seen it, by now it had sunk and rested in the sand.

The frame was bent and battered, making the hatch difficult to open.

Once inside, Spyro searched the wreckage, hoping to find at least some of his supplies.

Thankfully, he found the Repair Tool and Survival Knife laying in the sand, but not much else was salvageable.

The Communications Relay was shattered, which was disheartening.

He was still unsure whether he had heard Cynder or not, and now he may not ever find out.

"Reapers are vicious." Lucas commented through the newly installed radio in their dive masks.

"Is that what you call it?" Spyro questioned.

"Yep, Reaper Leviathan." Lucas answered, glancing back at the distant Aurora. "They usually stay near the Crash Site, occasionally out in the Dunes."

"They?" Spyro echoed in a slightly worried tone, "You mean there's more then one of those things floating around out here?"

Lucas looked back and nodded, "Unfortunately so."

"Oh joy..." Spyro mumbled sarcastically as they left the pod behind.

One of many useful tools Lucas had in his possession was an odd transport vessel that he called a Sea Moth.

The Sea Moth allowed them to travel through the water much faster then free swimming, and offered some extent of shelter from potential threats.

The only downside was that the Sea Moth seemed to be intended for one passenger.

It was a bit cramped, but breathing room and personal space were small sacrifices in comparison to the benefits the Sea Moth offered.

Spyro and Lucas entered the Sea Moth, shifting around a bit to find a somewhat comfortable position, and Lucas piloted them away from the pod, away from the Aurora, and out of the safety of shallow waters.

'Just how many of those Reaper Leviathan things are lurking around?'

Spyro couldn't help but wonder.

'What if there's something worse then a Reaper Leviathan out there? Something bigger?'

As the rolling surface waves grew distant, Spyro attempted to ward off his troubling thoughts and shift to a more positive mindset.

He had so many questions for and about Lucas, no doubt Lucas probably had more then a few for him, but the two monitored their surroundings in a focused silence.

Spyro had been uncertain about his situation for the last few days, but one thing she did know for certain: having nothing but the soft humming of the Sea Moth to listen to was likely to wear down his remaining sanity.

"h...How long have you been here?" he asked, awkwardly trying to break the silence.

"About three weeks, I think anyways..." Lucas answered, taking a minute to think before adding a question of his own, "Sorry, do you measure time in weeks and days where your from?"

"Yeah, there's months and years too." Spyro answered.

"What about hours and minutes? Or seconds?" Lucas asked inquisitively.

Spyro nodded in confirmation, prompting an amazed half-smile from Lucas.

"Incredible. I mean, two totally different species from completely different worlds using an identical system of time management. It's just crazy to think about!" Lucas explained.

Spyro chuckled softly, it was crazy to think about. He was still wrapping his head around the concept of entire planets existing outside the Dragon Realm.

At last a sound penetrated the quiet, a familiar sound... a bad sound. Raspy, echoing howls.

Spyro was flung slightly forward as the Sea Moth came to an abrupt dead stop at Lucas' control. He glanced around cautiously and another howl rippled through the water.

Distantly, he spotted the serpentine creature circling around near the surface, directly above them. Vaguely he could make out the creature's eyes, noticing that one heavily scarred.

Just my luck...

"Friend of yours?" Lucas asked, taking note of Spyro's concerned expression.

"That's the one that attacked the pod." Spyro clarified.

"Explains why it's up there. It found you near the surface, so It's searching near the surface." Lucas stated, "Must really hate you to go this far from it's territory."

"Well, I did stab It in the eye." Spyro commented, watching the Reaper circle.

"That would piss me off quite a bit." Lucas stated, turning the Sea Moth away from the surface and piloting downward. "The Kelp Forest should give us cover."

Spyro nodded in agreement. He would gladly take a pod of Stalkers over an angry Reaper Leviathan any day.

As the Sea Moth approached the Forest, Spyro kept a watchful eye out.

The long, thick stalks of kelp waved slowly in the current, occasional leaves brushing over the window like creeping fingers trying to pull them back.

The Reaper's furious howls gradually faded, replaced with sharp hissing as Stalkers drifted about the Kelp.

Few of the alligator-like creatures took notice of the Sea Moth as it passed by, once and a while one of them would snap their jaws threateningly at them.

A sharp bang snapped their attention to the left, a Stalker hissing and retreating from its attack.

Soon the thick vine stalks disappeared, giving way to a vast wall of dark blue unknown.

Just from what Spyro had seen atop the Aurora, this world was massive, and according to the PDA it was all ocean.

There was no shortage of space for creatures of untold sizes to reside, no telling just what was out there, waiting to be found...