One moment, Thana Dierdre was hesitating and considering leaving the CEO alone to face the Sanctum of Death all by himself—the next thing she knew was the freezing temperature and darkness that surrounded her.
The waters dragged her down to its depths, the songs and screams of the Lorelaies ever present in her ears. Whether that was of the souls that were present, or simply her imagination, Thana did not care.
A vague sense of self-preservation flickered within her, but she did not move.
If she was stupid enough to get caught by water, mere water and fall prey to its depths, then so be it. She did not know if Grim Reapers themselves could die and yet without ever a clue, she sank like a rock.
Was it better that she came down here?
She temporarily gazed up and shuddered at the shadowy and yet pink figure above her. The presence of the deity or one of the deities within this cave.
Better to fall here than incur the wrath of a god.
