At first, it was just a shadow, a dark shape beneath the churning water. But as it broke the surface, its form became clear—a slender figure clad in a beautiful ancient robe, its eyes glowing with a molten pink hue.
I instinctively took a step back, my heart pounding. "Uh, Agnos? Is this one of your friends?"
"I would not call this a friend," he said, his voice low and sharp.
Hearing that, I did the smart thing and ran for cover. Not that there was much to hide behind—just a few scattered rocks and some very unimpressive bushes.
I ducked behind the largest rock I could find and peeked out, watching as Agnos stood there by the lake like some kind of mythical superhero getting ready for a fight.
The figure stepped onto the shore, water cascading off her attire in rivulets. But as the light shifted, I realized she wasn't just some faceless figure.
