The temperature over the ocean had indeed dropped.
Moreover, the once-kaleidoscopic whirlpool was gradually fading back to the blue of the sea.
On top of that, the group watched as the massive distant whirlpool began to slow, the change visible to the naked eye. The vortex's diameter shrank and shrank until it finally vanished.
All that remained were vast slicks of marine debris and the corpses of sea creatures floating on the surface.
"The whirlpool stopped?" Cynthia Grant asked in disbelief. Ever since their yacht had broken free of the vortex, she had been a nervous wreck, terrified it might expand and swallow them whole once more.
Another reason was the giant tentacle that had dragged Flora Bloom away.
She worried for Flora Bloom's safety and feared what other dangers might appear at any moment.
