The Death Zone.
Cain stared at this unholy scene with his eyes full of darkness.
Already aware of how things were about to go, he steeled his mind.
The entire ocean was in turmoil within the Death Zone. A collosal whirlpool seems to be dragging them towards the center of whatever it was that was producing it.
There was no rain within the Death Zone. Instead, the seawater rose up into the sky an came back down viciously, replacing the rain. Quickly, their clotjes were being drenched. Summoning his armor, Cain turned to Hunter,
"Get everyone secured. We might be attacked soon, so its best to keep things organized."
Hunter nodded.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. Then a might rumble of thunder quickly followed after, absolutely dwarfing the roaring of the fierce waves.
Cain turned to the rest, "The rest of us will wait here."
Nobody seems to object. Cain nodded.
The he turned back to face the turbulent sea.