"Keep it coming!" Hallow screamed, saliva flying from his lips. "Pull!"
Elias looked down. The purple sea had turned black. The vredge had stirred up something ancient. The water was bubbling violently now, a cauldron of chemical reaction. The Cinder wasn't just floating; she was being dissolved. vredging
With a mechanical roar, the floor of the cargo hold opened up. The recovered tech, the glowing cubes, the ancient bones, and the deadly mud slid back into the sea. The ship groaned, suddenly buoyant, lifting violently upward. "Keep it coming
Outside of the digital entertainment sphere, "vredging" appears in historical documents, likely as a variant or typographical error for —the practice of excavating material from a water environment. The vredge had stirred up something ancient
It was the price of the vredge.
Elias stood on the heaving deck of the Cinder , his knuckles white as he gripped the railing. He was a Vredger, a dredger of the deep, though the old sailors called it "vredging"—a word that sounded like the wet slap of mud against steel.