• Before they could move, the glass cracked under the pressure of the sea and gave way to its maddening burden, and neither Cole nor Mamba could escape their watery graves. above the hold stood he, who gazed at their descent into the ocean; his cold eyes fixed upon their bodies, torn apart by the wrath of the deep. As he turns abroad towards the flooding shaft, eyes silently ablaze in triumph, he tilts his head onward, and the glass eye falls to his hands. He knew what was to be done next, and he knew that no one can observe his actions. With an inhuman heave, he hurls the eye skyward, to rest shining in the stars. No one will know what happened this day, and no one will know of his name.