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This far down the world is most similar to the world of smoke from which Aarkus hails; hazy and miasmatic enough that Aarkus at first does not see the pale figure at the speeds it swims. Aarkus recognizes he is being circled, as if the law-man of the smoke dimension is a piece of prey to be played with. He teleports to the vapors of one of the hydrothermal vents to give chase to the terror stalking him, far enough the figure must surge to reach him again. Solid black eyes meet solid white and the terror of the deep lunges for the Smoke-man and Aarkus allows him. Aarkus's hand catches him by the cheek as Namor's teeth meet his lip before the kiss.